To know there were shouts of joy by all when you were born?
To have a mother or father hug and kiss you because they love you?
To feel proud as you run "home" from school with your first A and share it with your parents?
To play catch, fish and other things a son does with your dad?
To be able to say "my family"?
To say "my house"?
To say "mom and dad" and know they true ly are?
To hear "C'mon Son!"?
To show your dad you can ride without training wheels?
To feel it "neat" to introduce your teacher to your parents?
To share your joy of high school and college graduation with your family?
To hear your life stories from your family?
To answer, "what does your dad do"?
To share pictures of you and your family with others?
To get a family heirloom?
To say you have lived here for X number of years?
To know a "family friend"?
To hear and say "I love you" and know it is meant?
To have Thanksgiving and Christmas with family?
To not feel "attention seeking" when telling your life story?
To answer the doctor's question..."What is your family medical history?
To answer the question..."So... where are you from"?
To say to anyone that..."This is my family?"
Please...What's It Like?...tell me for it is the only way I will know...What's it Like!
Questions of a former foster child survivor: This author waited 36 years to just say HELLO to his birth mother and 40 years to do the same with his birth father. Though a few of the questions above were personally answered, both birth parents are now deceased, thus most will remain forvever unanswered
I am sorry you never had what you always wanted.
All I know is that I gave all of the above to my adopted former foster child daughter and as soon as she could she left for her birth roots who were deemed inapropriate by the state to raise her...and that 's why a foster family and then our family did raise her.
I believe she can answer those questions. But alas she has chosen what she didn't have but must have always wanted.
I am sorry, Larry...may you find the peace and security you seek inside yourself...it really was there all along...peace and love...
perhaps giving another child a home may help you heal the deep wounds...I hope so...life is a beautiful thing...sometimes doens't seem fair...sometimes it just isn't...