They bought me.
As in, my parents had to pay money for me to become a part of their family.
Like, a lot of money.
I get angry if I sit with this thought for too long. It feels dehumanizing. Am I just a commodity to fill someone else’s desires? Why was my worth determined by my race, age and sex at the time of adoption? How is it okay that agencies can put differing price tags on a child’s life?
It’s a business transaction. The product? A human being.
I feel outraged.
So, I’m faced with two options. I can either let my anger take me over and shut me down, or I can use that anger for motivation. Motivation to advocate for children waiting in foster care, rather than trying to convince pregnant mothers to give up their babies. A motivation to continue to be a voice for adoptees by sharing experiences as well as raise awareness about the repercussions of adoption. Motivation to question current practices and the their validity today’s society. A motivation for change.
I, without a doubt, choose motivation.
It’s okay to be angry, okay to be upset with the way things are done in our world. It’s what we do with our anger that matters. We can sit with it, letting it take us over, staining the way we see everything and everyone in this world. Conversely, we can use it to educate and advocate with the hopes of seeing things change and grow. It’s up to you.
How will you use your anger?