First of all, let me tell you about myself. I am nine years old. I’m a little wild! I’m loud and silly. But sometimes, I’m quiet and I think about things. I think about what God wants me to do, and I think about the questions that I want to ask God when I go to Heaven. As far as what I like to do, I like to sew, I like to crochet, I like to jump on our trampoline, I like to read books, and I like to write. There are a few things that I don’t like. I don’t like saag (an Indian spinach dish) or mushrooms. I hate naps. I don’t like running in the cold. I also don’t like purple or pink. My favorite colors are green and blue.
Something that is hard for me is that I have a Tourette’s. That means that sometimes my body makes me do things that I don’t want it to do. I have jaw movements, which actually make my jaw hurt. I roll and blink my eyes a lot. Sometimes people think that I am being rude and rolling my eyes at them, but really, my brain makes me feel like I have to do that. There is not really medicine that I can take, but my mom bought me some special vitamins. They are disgusting! They taste weird. But, I think they are helping me! I haven’t had any tics for at least four days! Relaxing and good sleep also help. Also, people pray for me, and that is the most important thing!
I want to tell you about my adoption story. When I was born my birthparents could not take care of me. When I was two days old, my new mom and my big sister came to the hospital to pick me up. My mom said that she heard me screaming all the way down the hall. The screaming got closer and closer as the nurse brought me to the room. My mom asked herself, “Is that my baby?” Then she and I, and my sister went home. When my dad came home from work, he saw me in a little cradle. When he went to work that morning, he didn’t know that he was about to have another baby. When he came home, there I was.
I was in foster care for two years. I did not know my birth family as much as I knew my mom and dad. My birthmom went away when I was three months old. Before she went away she told my mom to take good care of me, and then she kissed me. My mom and dad did not get to adopt me until I was two years old, even though I was a part of their family since I was two days old. I am glad that my family adopted me, but sometimes I miss my birthmom. I have a lot of questions for her. Like, why did she leave? Why couldn’t she take care of me? Did she have Tourette’s as well? I know she thinks about me. I don’t want her to be sad. I want her to be glad that she gave me away, because now I have a good life with my mom and dad. Even though I miss her, I am still glad that I have my mom and dad.
My family is love. My sister is smart and helpful. Sometimes she is feisty because I might just say something annoying. But she does love me, even so. My brothers sometimes are very, very silly. They can be rude and annoying, but, they are loving. They share, they are generous and they are fun. My mom and dad are very protective. They are kind. They are loving. They take care of us. They teach us stuff, like math, reading, the Bible and science. I love my mom and dad. I love my life with my brothers and sister. God has been loving me my whole life.