How Being Adopted Changed My Life

How Being Adopted Changed My Life

A Thanks to My Parents

I’ve had a wonderful life. I was provided all of my necessary needs. I was given so many opportunities that have shaped me into who I am today. I’ve been given the chance to be a musician, an equestrian, and a full-time college student. There’s just one catch: I grew up not knowing who my real parents were.

I was adopted by my parents soon after I was born. I realize that my life could have been entirely different had I not been adopted at birth. There’s so much that I don’t know about who I truly am. In a way, I think that it’s a good thing that I don’t know much, but there’s also that sense of wonder. I’ve always wondered who my birth parents are, why they chose to give me up for adoption, what culture I’m from, and why I am the way that I am. I’ve always wanted to know who I really am. But here’s the thing that gets me every time: I wouldn’t be the way I am today if it weren’t for my adoptive parents.

I was never in an orphanage and I’m truly thankful for that. I’ve been given so many opportunities in my life that I couldn’t even begin to thank them for. They’ve given me a good home, a good education, a good chance at a music-education and most importantly, the most amazing opportunity to ride horses and become a strong-willed and successful equestrian.

They’ve been to so many soccer games and basketball games over the years. They’ve always been at my marching band competitions. They’ve ALWAYS been at EVERY horse show since I was 6 years old. Regardless of how cold or hot it was, how far away it was, or how long it was going to be, they were there for every moment. They’ve driven countless hours to go to shows or vacations. They’ve always had my best interest in mind. If it weren’t for them, I wouldn’t be a double equine major. I wouldn’t have had all of the fantastic opportunities to show so many amazing horses if they hadn’t adopted me. I wouldn’t have half of the friends that I’ve made in the past.

So in a way, I must thank my birth parents for giving me up for adoption. It was the best thing that has happened to me and will, most likely, be the best thing to EVER happen to me. There’s still so much to learn and so much to think about but I know my adoptive parents will always be standing by my side no matter what I decide to do.

They’ve told me that when I’m ready, they’ll help me search for who I really am. Since the time I was brought home from the hospital, they’ve been telling me that I was adopted. I remember my mom telling me around 1 ½-2 years old. Rather than sitting me down in those “honey, sit down. We need to talk,” moments, they’ve been telling me the story because they felt that they shouldn’t hide it from me. They’ve been there for me throughout my whole life and I know they’ll always be by my side, regardless of where or why. I know they will always love and support me and in my book, that’s what true love is.

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To The Coach Who Ruined The Game For Me

We can't blame you completely, but no one has ever stood up to you before.

I know you never gave it a second thought, the idea that you're the reason I and many others, never went any farther in our athletic careers.

I know you didn’t sincerely care about our mental health, as long as we were physically healthy and our bodies were working enough to play. It’s obvious your calling wasn’t coaching and you weren’t meant to work with young adults, some who look to you as a parent figure or a confidant.

I also know that if we were to express our concerns about the empty feeling we began to feel when we stepped onto the court, you wouldn’t have taken the conversation seriously because it wasn’t your problem.

I know we can't blame you completely, no one has ever stood up to you before. No one said anything when girls would spend their time in the locker room crying because of something that was said or when half the team considered quitting because it was just too much.

We can't get mad at the obvious favoritism because that’s how sports are played.

Politics plays a huge role and if you want playing time, you have to know who to befriend. We CAN get mad at the obvious mistreatment, the empty threats, the verbal abuse, “it's not what you say, its how you say it.”

We can get mad because a sport that we loved so deeply and had such passion for, was taken away from us single-handedly by an adult who does not care. I know a paycheck meant more to you than our wellbeing, and I know in a few years you probably won’t even remember who we are, but we will always remember.

We will remember how excited we used to get on game days and how passionate we were when we played. How we wanted to continue on with our athletic careers to the next level when playing was actually fun. We will also always remember the sly remarks, the obvious dislike from the one person who was supposed to support and encourage us.

We will always remember the day things began to change and our love for the game started to fade.

I hope that one day, for the sake of the young athletes who still have a passion for what they do, you change.

I hope those same athletes walk into practice excited for the day, to get better and improve, instead of walking in with anxiety and worrying about how much trouble they would get into that day. I hope those athletes play their game and don’t hold back when doing it, instead of playing safe, too afraid to get pulled and benched the rest of the season.

I hope they form an incredible bond with you, the kind of bond they tell their future children about, “That’s the coach who made a difference for me when I was growing up, she’s the reason I continued to play.”

I don’t blame you for everything that happened, we all made choices. I just hope that one day, you realize that what you're doing isn’t working. I hope you realize that before any more athletes get to the point of hating the game they once loved.

To the coach that ruined the game for me, I hope you change.

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