Roots mean so much, don't they? My dad was born in 1920 in the Ukraine, which at some point was ruled by Poland, which maybe makes him Polish vs Ukrainian? He died in 1994 when I was 21. My mom was born two hours away from where I live now. She never crossed an ocean until the week she died in Hawaii at 73, I was 33 years old. Will my kids care about my roots since they've never met my parents? I hope they ask and I hope I remember the details.
Roots. Three of my kids are adopted. We know some of their roots and I have asked for a family tree. Theirs was not a bad story before they came to us, so why am I afraid to ask the questions? What happens when my daughter becomes pregnant and asks about family history for her baby? That is why roots are important. My middle three kids are so lucky, they have four whole sets of roots and my bios only have two. How lucky are they? What about kids who have no history pre adoption? Do their roots still matter? I am proud to know where I came from. When a medical question comes up, I am confident that I know the answers, or I have living relatives who can tell me what my parents cannot. Roots. Faith has roots. My Catholic roots sprouted when I was baptized as an infant, how amazing is that? I am rooted by blood to my siblings and parents, I am rooted by marriage and adoption and blood to some of my kids and my husband. I am even rooted to my in laws and their families by marriage. Roots are acquired different ways, there are no hard rules.
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