Trust what is coming to you

 Good evening readers,


My name is Tim, and this is my first ever blog post. My title of my first blog post is "trust what is coming to you."

 A little brief history of me: I was adopted from Colombia when I was 3 years old. I never knew what life would be like out of my home country. I have an older brother who was also adopted from Colombia. When I heard adopted, I always thought abandonment, not worthy to be part of their family. Why me? Was I not cute enough or had something that they wanted that I didn't have? This took a long to time to realize that them not wanting me was them putting trust in my adopted parents to give me a better life. I still wonder what would happen if I wasn't adopted and I stayed in Colombia. Would I been on the streets begging for money to be able provide for my family? The sacrifice that my birth mother had to give me up must have been really hard for her. I don't know if my birth mother had more kids. Maybe I don't really want to know about that. I sometimes imagine having more siblings. What if I had sisters or brothers? I think that will be another journey that I will have to cross. 

The hard part of this is that I had no say if I wanted to leave and live with this new family, have no clue who I am, but that is part of trust what is coming to you. I have to believe that my birth mother made the right decision to do this, and I had to trust her that I'm going to be ok. When my adopted parents finally brought me back to USA, it was a whole new world of things I've never seen before. I had a new house, new brother, and a kitty cat that did not like me. This was a huge adjustment in my life and for my parents. I know stories from my parents that I would try to escape from them and try to go back to my birth mother. My mother would always tell me that everything is going to be okay, and we are going to love you every day. We are your rock, and you can lean on us when you need it. 

Me, as 3-year-old who was so scared to trust that this stranger is going to raise me to be the man that I am today. I had to learn really quickly my life is going to have so bumps in it, but I mean every household has bumps. My big bump was that I was Hispanic, and my adopted parents are white. There were a lot of people looking at us. People would say to my mom "Are you really his mom?" Again, that's another part of life I would love to share, but in the first blog I really want to talk about how even when you don't know what is coming at you, it is okay feel scared and nervous, but at the end of the day, you should be able to trust that you're going be okay. In my whole entire life, I had trusted my parents that I'm going to be okay and do things that I never did before. 

Now that my first blog is over, I can't wait to tell you more things about me. Find anyone who you care about, and just tell them "I respect you and trust you, and everything is going to be okay."

Thanks!

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