Happy Anniversary to Me!

I was adopted by my parents on December 22, 1984. (I know it’s the 23rd in Korea right now, but it’s the 22nd in the States, and that’s what I’m basing this post on. So there.) While the adoption paperwork was not legally finalized, December 22 was the date when a Korean lady handed me off to the people I now call Mom and Dad. We call this day my “anniversary.” It’s the day that I gained a family, and it has a significant meaning to me.

When I was little, my parents usually gave me a small gift, and we went out to eat. This usually meant going to Pizza Hut – the only restaurant where my mom would tolerate my sister, Dad, and I shooting small spit balls at each other with our straws. I remember announcing to random strangers that it was my anniversary and getting strange looks back. It wasn’t until much later that I learned that the word “anniversary” was usually thought of as a wedding anniversary. It was also a shock to learn that this custom wasn’t one limited to my family. When I went to college, I became friends with another adopted girl who also celebrated her adoption anniversary. Living in a small town with little exposure to other families with adopted children made me to believe that everything that my family did was restricted to my family alone.

So it makes me curious. What traditions regarding adoption did other families have? Is it similar to my experiences?

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20 Questions People Ask You When You’re Asian in a Small Town

There are a few absolutes that will happen when you are Asian in a small town. You will be stared at and you will be forced to play the game 20 Questions with people. The staring thing is easy: stare back or ignore it. The questioning is what really brings out the Jekyll and Hyde in me.  I don’t mind so much when the person asking is someone that I will have a personal or professional relationship with. It’s when absolute strangers feel it’s their right to ask invasive, personal questions about my life that I want to scream. I get it. People are curious (read: nosy) or want to relate to me because their cousin’s best friend’s brother just adopted a child from Cambodia. No matter their good intentions, I constantly feel like I have to justify my existence in America. Nothing says, “You don’t look like you belong here,” more than a barrage of questions about why I look different. My mother raised me to be polite so I force a smile and answer their questions while I silently fume.

Here are a few of the questions I suffer through:

  1. Konichiwa! / Ni hao!
  2. Where are you from?
  3. No, I mean where are you really from?
  4. What nationality are you?
  5. What ethnicity are you?
  6. How long have you lived here?
  7. You’re English is really good! You barely have an accent. When did you start studying English?
  8. Do you speak Korean?
  9. How many languages do you know?
  10. Were you born in North Korea or South Korea?
  11. Are your parents Asian?
  12. Do you have siblings? Are they adopted, too?
  13. Wow. You could have half-siblings. Have you ever thought about that?
  14. Did you hear about the Korean twins that were separated at birth and adopted to different countries? How cool would that be? [It’s Not as Cool as You Think]
  15. Have you ever visited Korea?
  16. Do you remember anything about Korea?
  17. Do you want to go back to Korea?
  18. Have you ever met your real mom?
  19. Have you ever heard about the Baby Dropbox?
  20. Isn’t the Baby Dropbox a wonderful thing?
    [Why the Baby Dropbox is the Worst Idea Ever]