Very soon in my sister’s journey, everything seemed to be in place: The awkwardness was gone, the first initial “shock” was nowhere to be found and there was a very good sense of family unity. Not everyone fully adapted (even to this day) to this change. My two older brothers had different views on the adoption and they didn’t try to hide them either.
But generally speaking there was an effort to try to keep things peaceful around the house, everyone living in their own unique world, being involved in their own unique activities. Something very similar to a “normal” family or at least a family that hadn’t adopted 3 black girls from Liberia.
As I have mentioned previously, my sisters arrived at ages six, eight and ten. You hear many times what people say about young children being able to adapt quickly to new environments and being able to pickup languages with ease. You hear specialists and scientists suggesting that during the younger years a person is able to learn a vast range of things and a very short period of time. Well…my sisters are the proof of that. They picked up the language in no time. It’s not that they didn’t speak English at all in Liberia. But to be honest, that wasn’t English that you were hearing from them. It was some kind of local language mix with very bad English. So by going to school (teachers did a marvelous job), very fast they became a part of the classroom while developing very solid long term friendships (some of which they maintain to this day.) The saying goes “You gotta be in the right place at the right time.” My sisters were at the wrong place (Liberia) at a very wrong time (civil war.) This transition is something one would wish perhaps from a genie of some sort. And I do believe that all the children left behind in Africa today, are still hoping that this miracle happens in their lives too.
But in regards to my sisters, you wouldn’t understand their past if you didn’t ask them to tell you all about it. It was all camouflaged beautifully.
My sisters got involved in sports, some music and even novel reading. I believe all children have some kind of a special feeling towards sports, but my second sister was an amazing athlete (something she didn’t pursue.)
Within the family I can say one thing for certain: We sure had diverse backgrounds which added a special aroma to our family’s experiences. You didn’t have the same old boring joke that your brother would say. And in this case, since the family members increased by a solid amount, you also had criticism (sometimes constructive.) So everyone knew their position within the family but they also knew that the “listeners” would try to grab on anything falsely said, to “get em.” All in good and fun nature I would like to believe. The silent, shy girls now were participating in very large formal conversations, sharing views and ideas about everything. So nothing really escaped their view or attention.
It was a very unique dynamic. Not necessarily good but not bad either.
Writing this blog today, I noticed that I haven’t given you the opportunity to interact with me. You can always start a conversation below in the comments section. You can always reach me at my e-mail.
If you aren’t familiar with everything being talked about or you need to refresh your memory/fill in some gaps, you can go here. I try to follow a series of events – almost in the order in which these happened – and give you a spherical idea of this very unique family structure.