Last week, Superhero 1 turned 12. I asked him if, as a right of passage, he’d like to contribute a guest post to this blog. I told him his perspective as a sibling in an adoptive family was incredibly valuable and that he could write about any topic he wanted. Even though writing is not this introvert’s jam (nor is speaking, using more than two words to describe his mood or producing more than a paragraph on any given topic), this passionate superhero jumped at the opportunity to address the question he receives most often: What is it like to have two adopted brothers? This is the uncensored, unedited view of a boy who has had brothers from other mothers for four of the last 12 years.
Guest Post by Superhero 1
Wait. You mean two of my brothers are not biological? I always think of them as no different from me! They play tag with me, they have Nerf gun wars with me, they sometimes annoy me like crazy! They are just like my biological brother. The “special needs” are really just superpowers in disguise, as my mom says!
If you think about it, Superman did not want someone to know his identity so he disguised himself as Clark Kent. My brother, who was born without a radius and is six years younger than me, beats me in arm wrestling all the time! That may be that I am just really weak, but to me, that is special!
My other brother has CP, but his smile will make you lie down and beg for forgiveness no matter what he has done to you or your things! My biological brother, who I would never call that, has all these traits! (All of my brothers can beat me in an arm wrestling match! Sad face!)
So when people ask me, “What is it like to have adopted brothers in your family?” I say, “I don’t notice any difference! Do I really have adopted brothers? They’re just my brothers.”
I know that when people adopt they want to take their kids into consideration. What most kids would think is, “Hey! I get to have a never-ending sleepover with a friend from a different country!” At least that’s what I thought in my head!
I know it can be costly to adopt but it is so worth every penny! As my mom tells me constantly when I hit a glass bowl with a Nerf gun or drop a plate, “People are more important than things.” And that is something you should never forget!
I thank my mom for letting me type this post. My mom gets mad when the words are spelled wrong, so I hope they are correct! Thx [SIC], Mum!