I was wanted
   I have recently become friends with someone who adopted a baby three years ago.  I have learned a lot about the other end of adoption from her and it got me thinking about what others may think of my story.    For me, being adopted has always been a known.  How could I not know with 5 other white brothers and sister!    My 4th bday       I had an amazing childhood  and my Dad always told me I was his favorite.  (Something tells me he said this to all 6 of us!)  My parents burped me, fed me, potty trained me, got up with me at night, loved me for who I was, and sacrificed.  In my mind this defines what a "REAL PARENT" is.   There have been many times in my life when people have asked me what I know about my real parents.  I have always taken that question with a little surprise because my Mom and Dad are my real parents.  I have learned that the correct terminology is "birth parents" and "parents". Now that truly makes a lot more ...
