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Subject	In the Shadow of My Family Tree, by Jae Ran Kim Fall 2008

Adoption Mosaic
The Constellation, Fall 2008 Newsletter

In the Shadow of My Family Tree
by Jae Ran Kim

It all began with Martha Stewart. Yes, the same domestic diva whose
recent decorating consisted of contemplating paint swatches for a jail
cell; a few years back, I was taken with an issue of her eponymous selftitled
magazine. On the front cover was a gorgeous, original rendering of
a family tree. Inside the issue were many more examples, some using
tree branches and cut paper leaves, others with photographs and calligraphy.
I have never been daunted by a Martha Stewart project before,
but as much as I wanted to, this was one I knew would never be attempted.

Humans are obsessed with their personal histories. What pride to trace
your forefathers to the Mayflower or a past president or a king or queen.
Witness the naming of sons after fathers (my husband is the third generation
John in his family). Family names are important – I named our
son Tate after my maternal grandparents, the same ones who claim descendency
from Oliver Wolcott, who penned his signature on the Declaration
of Independence. There is a whole industry surrounding Genealogy;
web sites to search, books on compiling
the data, magazines for the home anthropologist
on the most beautiful and elegant method
of presentation. More than mere surnames or
the family schnoz, we desire to pass on to the
next generation family culture, mythology, implied
inherited virtues, and a historical context
in which to frame the family’s journey.

I am adopted. I am trans-racially and trans-culturally adopted. What
sounds exotic and mysterious to others is just a plain old fact to me. I
was abandoned, found, placed in an orphanage and adopted a few
years later. I have a life story, it’s just that no one knows what it is. I have
spent periods of my life speculating; was I the product of a young unmarried
birthmother, or the youngest in a poverty-stricken family forced to
abandon me because they could not afford one more mouth to feed, or
did my mother die giving birth to me? What I do know is that I was born
sometime in 1968 in South Korea. That part of my life story is shared by
the thousands of other Koreans adopted as children over the past fifty
years.

I don’t recall having much issue with my lack of personal history until I
had my first child. There were other issues to be sure. I was living and
calling the people who cared for me my family, assuming their identities
while ignoring mine. My parents say that when I first came to the U.S. I
was very negative towards anything Korean, especially if someone
spoke Korean to me. That is probably why they never dealt with my cultural
heritage in any way – perhaps they took their cues from a scared
and lonely three year old who had spent more than two thirds of her life
in an orphanage and just wanted a permanent place to consider home. I
was considered an American, period. I didn’t attend Korean culture
camps, eat Korean food, attend a Korean church or learn to read, write
or speak Korean. I never complained about this, even though as I
reached my teen years it was something I thought about daily. I didn’t
want to seem ungrateful at being given an opportunity to achieve the
American dream.

Personal history only became a big deal for me when I became pregnant
with my daughter. At my first prenatal check I had to fill out a standard
medical history chart. Until my pregnancy I’d
never had a reason to have regular medical care.
Was there heart disease or breast cancer or diabetes
in my family? Had I had chicken pox or
German measles? I knew nothing of my personal
medical history from birth to 3 years. As my belly
grew so did the frequency of family history issues.
At my baby shower I received a baby book
and on the second page, there it was – two solid
pages of family history waiting for my pen to fill in
the blanks. I filled in John’s side of the family and
my adoptive parents side.

But what is missing says more to me than anything
else – somewhere out there is the rest of
my history, the family who will never have their
names documented in my genealogy because I
will never know them. When I was a teenage I
often had dreams about bumping into my twin
sister in the midst of a huge crowd of people. I
didn’t have a desire to actively find my biological
family back then, but I was always dreaming
about running into them at the local Dairy Queen
or while walking around the lake. In my dreams, I
always knew instinctively know they were my
biological sister or brother or mother or father,
even though I don’t remember being able to see
their faces. Somehow I just knew.

My Korean name is Kim Jae Ran. That was the
extent I knew about myself until a few years ago
when my mother gave me a file she had found while cleaning out some boxes. Inside contained the sum of my whole life Before Adop-tion – mostly developmental reports from the orphanage and lettersfrom local politicians helping speed the adoption process along.

Instead of first steps and first words, my files consists of “Jae Ran needs a lot more affections for her dark moods”, “Seldom gets smile as she is so spiritless” and “likes to play with children. Giggles and plays well.” My early childhood is a series of progress reports. How strange it was to read what someone thought of me as a baby. I often wonder what it was like for my birth mother or family to give me up. They wanted me to be safe so they abandoned me close to the local police. I wondered if they ever thought of me. When both of my chil-dren passed the age I was when I’d been abandoned I had a minor soul shaking. It was incomprehensible to me to have held on to mybabies for fourteen months, then think about abandoning them.

My daughter Lucie was born in the image of her dad. From the begin-ning I was obsessed with who she looked like. Did she have my eyes? She had my nose. Her face shape and hair color were definitely not like mine. She had her dad’s skin color, eyebrows and curly hair. I as-sumed she would have the shock of thick, coarse inky black hair typi-cal of Asians, not the fine, curly light brown hair from her paternal side of the family. All my friends and family members said it too; she looks just like her daddy.

This upset me. I’d spent my whole life standing out, the only dark head in family photographs. I wanted my children to at least resemble me. But as my kids grow, I begin to see myself more and more in them. I see my nose, and my smile too. I was going through some photos re-cently when I found one that I couldn’t believe was me, it looked exactly like my son.

My family tree is starting to fill up under me; the names of my children are the first small sprouts of new growth. I’ve in-cluded my adoptive family’s history for the baby books because after all, they are the ones who have been the known part of my kids lives.

However there are spiritual blanks where the Kim family’s names should be. I see the personal history and family I don’t know as the shadow of my family tree – not the big leafy one represented by my adoptive family and their history, but as the strong silent presence fluttering behind it. My adoptive family is the one who guided and raised me, shaping my char-acter; but my biological family is my instinct.

I hope that somewhere on the other side of the world is the family whose family tree has a shadow space on a branch where my name should be.

Further Reading: A Single Square Picture: A Korean Adoptee's Search for Her Roots by Katy Robinson (In the Shadow of My Family Tree Continued from page 6) Directions By Nico RandAdoption Mosaic gratefully accepts submissions to our newsletter or website. Submissions can include: personal essays, original artwork, poems, informational articles, book reviews, opinion pieces or original photos. Please send inquiry’s or submissions to

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ABOUT JAE RAN KIM:
Jae Ran Kim - Jae Ran is a writer, teacher and social worker. She was born in South Korea and adopted to Minnesota in 1971. Jae Ran's poems, essays and articles have been published in KoreAm Journal, Korean Quarterly, the Star Tribune, Minnesota Monthly and the anthology, "Outsiders Within: Writing on Transracial Adoption" from South End Press. Jae Ran's most recent essay, "Waiting for God: Korean American Adoptee Experiences of Religion and Spirituality" was published in the anthology Re-ligion and Spirituality in Korean America from the University of Illinois Press. Jae Ran's blog is Harlow's Monkey at

http://harlowmonkey.typepad.com.

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