Chinese American Adoptees
Friday, February 6, 2015
The Search is Real
Monday, January 19, 2015
Embracing My Uniqueness
Sunday, January 18, 2015
Quick Update
Hello friends!
I know this blog has become dead since March due to the fact we (Harvest, Abby, and myself Lexie) are at different points in our lives. With school, work, college, personal and family issues, and the fact that we live so far apart it’s hard to maintain a blog regularly. But we just wanted to let you all know we haven’t forgotten about this blog and you all!
I was looking at the stats of the blog, and saw that we still get many views each week/month thanks to you guys! That means sooo much to us, the fact that even though we haven’t posted in a very long time we still have the support and interest in our community. Thank you all for still checking in on our blog, sharing your stories, and of course supporting us and the rest of the wonderful adoptee community!
We will do our best to update this blog as much as we can!
Love you all.
Friday, March 14, 2014
Abby's March TOTM
Saturday, March 1, 2014
March TOTM
Thursday, February 20, 2014
Marie's Story
Tuesday, February 18, 2014
Sophie's Story
This is a story about going back to China where I was born. I was adopted at age five in an orphanage in Shenzhen. Sometimes, I miss Shenzhen. I have both good and bad memories. But I do always question why I was adopted, who put me in the orphanage, who my caretaker was or who was my crib-mate was. I love my parents as my own birth parents. When I went to China with my family, the government paid for my trip. The government paid families with Chinese children because they want us to go back andvisit the country where we were born in.
I was at the front of the orphanage building, taking a breath before I went in. I emotionally felt nervous, wondering what it looked like or the room looked the same? I have not been back since I was adopted. As my parents and brother walked with me to the front door. A woman came out with the biggest greeting smile ever. She said her name was Miss Pan. She was wearing a simple white dress that went just at her knees. In her hand, she had something; it looked like a photo? When she came closer it indeed was a photo. In the photo was a baby wrapped in a white fluffy blanket. She had a little cleft lip problem, that photo was me. My ma was just in love with the photo that she ended up writing about it for her job. I was shocked to see it, only because I never saw it when I was small. After all that excitement, we all went into the elevator. It was still the same as the last time I saw it. It was small, smelly and was a cloudy silver color.
We stepped out of it, I was a bit eager to get into the rooms. The first room we saw was the preschool classroom. The classroom itself was covered in a baby pink and blue with some light green here and there. It also had some of the kids’ drawings. The kids were so adorable. My ma asked who my preschool teacher was, but they didn’t know because the teachers don’t stay in the same classroom every year. It was nice to see the room but it was not the same room I was in nine years ago. Each room we went had a different color like one was a green grass color, white color, ocean blue color or a yellow color. Also each room we saw didn’t have many kids, like about five to ten kids per room. My family asked why was there less kids in each room. Miss Pan said that the government gave away free surgeries with kids that were born cleft effected. I was supper happy. It felt like when a bird singing a happy tune for me to know that birth parents don’t have to give up their child because they can’t afford to pay for their child’s surgery. Another good part was that Miss Pan kept pointing out were the kids being adopted. Itfelt like a swarm of kids were going to be adopted. Some of my question was answered but not all. Like how my birth parents kept me for ten days after I was born or like my birthday is not actually my birthday but is near it. So after we left the orphanage I felt really happy to see my old orphanage have less kids or see kids going to be adopted and how I felt at peace too see how it is doing.
After the trip I felt happy. In the beginning I always questioned myself who I was. Why did this happen? Was there a reason why I was left behind? The answer is that China is too crowed and people are too poor. Another reason is that my birth parents did what they did because they loved me dearly. This event taught me to be who I am and to be happy for what has happened. Only because I wouldn’t have a great family, friends, education, teacher, or learned about what the world it like. In the beginning I was the happy, smiley girl; the end I still am the happy, smiley girl but have matured on what the society is like in China. And now I don’t question whom I am because I am Sophie Guo Qing J. who is a loving, nice, happy, and enjoys life even if there are some bumps on the road person.
Monday, February 17, 2014
An Event That Only Made Me Stronger
Therefore, she didn't know how to love
She had mental issues, and was on meds and doing therapy since she was three.
When I was in 3rd and 4th grade, my sister and I went to therapy, too. It helped us deal with my sisters problem.
When is was in 4th grade, she went to Shodair Children's Hospital. I saw her on supervised visits. She was videotaped everywhere she went. She lived there for about 2 months
Then, she came home. She was better for a little bit, but then got worse. She didn't have a mental problem like the kids at school. It was different, and doctors couldn't figure out what was wrong.
When I was in 5th grade, she went to Intermountain Children's home. She was there for 6 months. We once again had supervised visits, and people would ask questions.
After Christmas, she came home. She was better for a longer time, but then got worse. I rember hearing my mom crying in her room with my dad. Everyone was always stressed and anxious, and on edge. My 2 sisters and I were no longer the priority.
We would take breaks from her, and go out of town for the weekend, leaving her at home with my grandparents.
That spring, my family made a descison.
First, we sent her to another family's house for the day. She liked it there and behaved.
Then she spent one night at the family's house.
Then, in April, after one night with the family, we let the family adopt her.
So now, that is why I only have 2 sisters.
But when Lucy came home from China, I wanted so desperately to be her sister. We coulda been adopted Chinese sisters. But not anymore.
And the worst part is, people ask questions. They make mean remarks. Sometimes they don't mean to, but they do. A couple months ago, my elementary school best friends came up and asked about Lucy. I told them, and they made mean remarks. They don't understand
And I have seen her around town with her new family, happy, and loving. I don't want to keep in touch now. I thought I did, but I don't. But this summer was my birthday, and she sent me a gift. I can't even tell you how much that hurt me.
You know, never ever, once in her life, did she ever say
I
Love
You
To me.
It is hard to understand unless you've lived it. Even I don't fully understand. Her pictures are still in the house, and some of her stuff is still here. I still cry often. But you know what? Life goes on. I never lost hope
That spring, I had the word hope written on the bottom of my left wrist in sharpie.
No one noticed. No one knew. But I did. It kept me sane. And gave me hope.
Judge if you want. It won't be the first time. But this was a huge and difficult thing my family had to overcome. It made us stronger.
~Abby
Abby's First Poem
I'd give anything to meet her.
To ask her my questions.
But I'm afraid of what I'll find.
Scared of the truth.
Does she love me?
Did she ever love me?
Am I her biggest regret?
Her darkest secret?
Constantly in the back of her mind?
In the depths if her heart,
Does she want me back?
Even care?
Or am I nothing?
One of her many babies
Carelessly thrown away.
Unwanted.
Unloved.
I need to know.
I so desperately want the answers.
But what if I can't handle it?
What if it's just
Too powerful?
Too formidable for even
The strongest of strong?
But something inside me knows
I'll never meet her.
And I'll never
Know the truth.
Love,
Abby
Wednesday, February 12, 2014
The Second Most Important Day
Hangzhou, Zhejiang Province, China |
Sunday, February 9, 2014
Lexie's Story
This summer I went on a heritage travel group with my mom and aunt, which is where we (Harvest, Catherine, Abby, and I) all met. During the trip I experienced things from holding a baby panda and riding a two person bike on top of the old Xian city wall, to staying in a farmers' village and touring the Beijing Olympic Park. The most special part of the whole trip was being able to visit my orphanage Shenzhen. Pulling up to the building, I was nervous but also very excited. The orphanage had done A LOT of renovations and improved everything, thanks to Half the Sky Foundation, since my mom came to get me in 1998. It was humbling to see all of the kids and babies, there was even a guy who was turning 21 and was going to get married in August. The orphanage director, Mrs. Pan, and a translator gave us a lovely tour and then showed us their files they had of me. It was really cool to see the original documents, and there was a letter they had sent to my mom in reply to the christmas/update letter she sent, but we never received it. After the tour, Mrs. Pan, the translator, and two social workers from the orphanage took us out to a hotel for lunch where we were able to talk and enjoy our time together. Aside from the wonderful sites and places we got to see, the overall experience of trip and meeting other girls who share a special bond with me is something I will never forget.
If you are an adoptee and you haven't seen the documentary Somewhere Between, I STRONGLY recommend you watch it with your family! It really made me think about being an adopted girl from China living in America. I think it would be amazing to be able to find my birth family if they are still alive and well. Maybe someday. I am so thankful to have amazing family and friends here, and if it wasn't for everyone in China, who knows where I would be at this point in my life. When I'm older, I really want to go back to China and help orphanages like mine so that every boy and girl has the opportunity I had of a better life.
Fuli's Story
I was born on April 18, 2000 and my parents came to get me on June 17, 2001. I was born in Cenxi Guanxi, China. About 5 hours away from Nanning.
When my parents came to get me, I was scared, worried, confused, and VERY tired. I didn't know what was happening (of course) because in my mind I was thinking,"Why on EARTH would they (the orphanage caretakers) be giving me away??" But as soon as they handed me to my new mom I was very clingy to her. I would hold onto her as tight as I could! My new dad was taking a ton of pictures and videoing the whole thing. Quite an emotional state for my main orphanage caretaker though. Separated from her forever.
However, on June 16, 2012, my family and I went on a 3 week trip to China. A dream come true for both my sister and I. We flew to Washington, then on an 18 hour flight to Seoul, South Korea, then upwards to Beijing. My family was with the "Holt" adoption group.
Man, did we go to a ton of places!(: My family and I loved every single moment of our trip. My sister reunited with her foster family and saw her orphanage. I saw my orphanage and had lunch with the adoption director (from the time) and believe it or not, my main orphanage caretaker. Best moment of my life. We smiled, we cried, and we talked. When my parents got me, they took a photo of her (my caretaker) and me (In 2001). When we met up again, (in 2012) she still had that photo in her purse. I can't believe she had kept that photo for 11 years!(': That made my whole family cry including her. That moment was definitely pure happiness.
We had such a journey in China and seeing all of those Asians made me feel more comfortable than ever. It made me feel like I belonged. Montana doesn't have very many Asians. Adoption was and still is hard for me at times. Just the thought of not seeing or not being able to meet my birth parents is such a hard topic for me. And I am still slowly getting used to it.
DNA doesn't make a family though.. Love does. And we are very lucky that we were adopted.💜
Love, Fuli💋
Harvest's Story
It was this summer when I went on one of the greatest adventures I had ever encountered. My mom and I departed from the L.A.X Airport on June 28th, and thirteen hours later, arrived in the Beijing Capital International Airport. Little did I know that later in the week; I would visit one of the Seven Wonders of the World, The Great Wall of China; eat scorpion in a market downtown of Beijing; hug a panda; meet three beautiful friends I am still in touch with today; and experience something else that was far beyond amazing.
The car ride to our destination was filled with a whirl wind of mixed emotions. When the vehicle stopped, my heartbeat did as well. I looked out the car window once again and gazed upon a large building. The sky was grey and hazy and the weather was muggy. I felt goose bumps as I got out of the car and stepped on the ground before the place I lived twelve years ago. My mother and I entered the building and up the stairs to the office of the orphanage director, Mrs. Wu. Once she saw us, she gave us a warm welcome and called me by my Chinese name, Minxia. As we sat down in her office, my mom and I began to cry because this was a very emotional experience. I think I began to cry not only because this was really happening, but because Mrs. Wu remembered me. I felt relieved that the situation was not awkward, but as if it was just yesterday that I still lived in the orphanage.
Saturday, February 8, 2014
Abby's Story
So here is the story of my Chinese self, my identity, and my adoption.
In Anqing, Anhui China I was born on June 23, 2000 (or maybe a few days earlier, I don't know) and was left at the Lingbei Infant School. On June 23, 2000, the Lingbei police found me, and brought me to the Children's Welfare Institute of Anqing City. Here I was loved, cared for, and given the name Zhu Shuqi. On May 14, 2001, my parents adopted me. I was sick, and very scared. Once I was given to my mom, I clung to her necklace, and somehow holding it comforted me. I was brought back to Montana, and lived as an only child with my mom, dad, and dog, Lizzie. The summer of 2002, my sister, Ellie was born. I loved her, played with her, and never thought of her differently because she didn't look like me. In 2008, my second sister, Jane was born. But by this time, I had already faced some problems of me being Chinese. I'd been told I had weird squinty eyes, and a flat nose. All the kids at school did the "my mom is Chinese, my dad is Japanese, look at what they did to me!" rhyme. But I never had the courage to tell them to stop. I had also noticed that I was different than everyone else; and it made me feel uncomfortable and left out. Later, in 7th grade, I wanted to start wearing makeup. But some girls at school told me that I had such weird eyes, and that makeup just wasn't gonna work for me; and that you wouldn't be able to see it, and I'd look weird. I once again believed them, and didn't stand up for myself. Finally this year, thanks to youtube and my mom, I've started wearing a little bit of makeup. Something you can see, fits my style, and doesn't require hours and hours of work. I've found who I want to be. I'm still working on completely accepting myself, and the fact I'm Chinese. I find myself wishing I had blonde hair and blue eyes. I still have those moments I wished I was Caucasian more than anything. But if you look closely, Caucasian has the word Asian in it. So can't I be both?
Ever since I can remember, I've wanted to go back to China. Finally, this past 2013 summer, I got to. I had the opportunity to see some of the thousands and thousands of amazing Chinese artifacts, historical places, and tourist attractions. I got to hold a panda, walk the Great Wall, and see the Terra-cotta Warriors. But the most important thing was seeing my orphanage. I got to see some of my old nannies. They even remembered me. Then I visited my Finding Spot. The Lingbei Infant School. It brought many tears, and much happiness to see that it was a bright and cheerful place. To see my birth mother cared, and wanted to leave me at a happy place. The neighborhood around the preschool is probably where I would have lived. We left a poster there, and hoped someone with any information would call. But we had no luck. But now I have decided to try and find my birth mother and birth family. It will be difficult, and highly unlikely, but it is always worth a try. I want to believe, need to believe, that she is out there somewhere. And deep deep down in the depths of her heart, still loves me.
Being adopted has been hard for me. But it has also made me stronger. It has made me who I am. And I have been blessed to have the family I have now. Just remember, no matter what stage you are in of accepting yourself, that you are beautiful! You are loved! Never give up, and never lose hope! You are adopted, and that is wonderful! You are unique! You are CHINESE! ❤️
~Shuqi
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We want girls just like us to share their stories! So, all you have to do is email your story to chinabloggirls@gmail.com. We will post your story! You may also ask us to post your opinions, answers to our questions, and any other helpful and inspirational things! Your story may remain anonymous if you choose, or you can have your name on it. The reason we read your stories before posting them is to make sure that we have appropriate and real stories. No hate, racism, or negative comments! Please email us your story! We want as many stories as possible! You can also try and connect with some of these girls if they are willing to give their contact information to you. Hopefully this blog gains many viewers; as we are also posting a blog on a Chinese website. Your story may go up there, too!
Lastly, ask us questions! Just email them to us! We may post them, for some girls may have the same questions! But we will personally reply to you with a more detailed, and personal response. Once again, your question may remain anonymous if you choose. Lexie, Harvest and I are excited about this blog! Get involved, ask us questions, and share your stories!
~Abby
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