The fourth and final article in the series
“Finding Family-Stories of Adopted Suburban Immigrants” by the Chicago Daily Herald, is titled
“Free to Be Me”.
I think that this article may be the most important to read for transracial adoptive parents, as it is written by a woman who was adopted into a white family from Korea as an infant.
In this article, Amy Borema discusses openly her feelings regarding looking so different from her sister, being adopted, not knowing anything about her birth parents, not being able to speak Korean or eat with chopsticks or other things related to Korean culture, her feelings towards her adoptive parents, being treated differently by extended family members, her differing feelings towards her culture throughout her life, and her pride and discovery of “who she is”.
She starts the article by sharing the familiar “awkwardness” that often occurs when her sister introduces her to friends.
Hey, guys!" she says, tugging my arm. "This is my sister!"
Silence. Then a chuckle. A raised eyebrow. An eye roll.
"Yeah, right," one guy finally says. "You mean, your sorority sister!"
Reagan and I share a Dutch last name and a bond as powerful as any blood siblings' - teasing, laughing and crying included - but our looks betray us.
She's 5 feet 9, with blond hair and brown eyes; I'm 5 feet 3 with black hair and dark brown, almond-shaped eyes.
By now, we're used to the dumb comments. But it's times like those that stress yet again a hazy line I've walked all my life.
Borema goes on to share her adoption story and experiences from her child hood, both the good and the difficult…including racist and ignorant comments from other kids and how they made her feel. Much of the experiences and information shared are things that our transracially adopted children very well may feel and experience for themselves.
The entire article is well worth reading, but I think the end especially has several important messages for adoptive parents.
Borema writes...
With more families crossing ethnic and cultural lines by adopting internationally, I think of my family as an example of what the new American family is becoming.
I'm proud of that. My parents adopted first, long before Angelina Jolie and Brad Pitt or Madonna and Guy Ritchie made it trendy or newsworthy.
My parents didn't conceive me, but they're my parents in all the ways that count.
I'm glad my parents introduced me to my Korean culture, but thankful they didn't push when I resisted.
It's rare I get ignorant comments anymore, but when I do, I brush them aside. On the whole, I like looking different from my friends. I like knowing my story is different.
As far as answering the "who am I" question, I'm still working on it. My identity is built on incomplete parts, of knowing I'll never know answers to some pretty integral questions.
In some ways, I'm a little of it all - Asian, Korean, Korean-American, Caucasian, adopted.
I'm proud of each part now. My interest in my Korean side grew gradually, and for me, that wasn't just the best way, it was the only way.
What has been most important is that I get to choose how much I embrace. I can be whoever I want to be whenever I want. Exploring my heritage has been a journey I had to take on my own, at my own pace.
And I still have a ways to go.
Borema comes across as a smart, well-educated, well-loved, self-confident woman who is secure in being adopted, in being a minority in America and in being “different” from most people. She has a wonderful attitude towards life, adoption, family and culture, and I hope that my own children can be as secure when they are older.
Again, make sure to check out the slide show and information provided with the story.
I hope you enjoyed these articles as much as I did.
Thanks to the Chicago Daily Herald for such a wonderful series of stories on transracial adoption and families.