Somewhere back in the day two people decided that they wanted a a child. After months upon months of what seemed like endless paperwork they wound up with me, the writer of this blog.
I am a student, paddler and coach. A student still because you never stop learning and I apparently have no idea what I am interested in pursuing yet. A paddler, the one that paddles forward, on flat-water in a super skinny boat and never refers to them self as a rower. A coach, because somehow I found joy and satisfaction with helping kids learn how to reach their paddling and life goals. These three core components will forever define who I am by personal choice. But there is one more component that has forever defined who I am not by choice. I am adopted.
I do not mean to make it sound like I have a third eye, or an extra limb, but sometimes people treat it that way. Actually, for most of my life I can remember being asked particularly disturbing questions about adoption. And thus the blog was born. Even as a little girl I was conflicted and confused because I had all of these questions myself and on top of that questions from everybody else! After years of facing these questions posed by both myself and the people around me I decided to quietly write to myself on this blog. And then it went public and things started to heat up. Turns out a lot of people are baffled by this topic, and I would much rather answer questions into the unknown than the known for some odd reason.