This guest post is by Tanya, an adoptee and hopeful adoptive mother.
As an adoptee, I always thought that adoption didn’t define me, that I was just like everyone else.
But ever since my husband and I started our own journey as hopeful adoptive parents of a teenager or two, I have realized that my adoption has shaped my life in many ways.
I was adopted as an infant, and grew up in a family and community where adoption was commonplace.
My brother was adopted, other family members were adopted, some of my best friends were adopted, and people in my church were adopted.
Growing up, my favourite bedtime story was my adoption story—I knew that I was adopted before I even understood what “being adopted” meant.