Dear Biological Mother,
You birthed me, Prince Brooks, but the man I’ve grown into is Brooks Growney. When you last saw me at 3-days old I was a healthy African American baby. My journey took an unexpected turn when I entered the realm of foster care. But, I ask myself, do you ever wonder what’s become of me?
Let me share...I have defied all odds…I am alive! I was lucky enough to be taken into foster care by one family, a loving white couple – my parents – Barbara and Sean Growney. They eventually adopted me and gave me love, support, and a chance at life. I’ve forged meaningful connections with individuals who became an integral part of my support system. These experiences instilled in me the values of compassion, empathy, and the power of unconditional love. But that only goes so far, our genes account for something, I have again defied all odds…I am alive!
I didn’t think I’d drive, never mind be writing this essay. I have one of the world’s rarest genetic disease called Multicentric Carpal Tarsal Osteolysis Syndrome (MCTO), which only 7 people in the world has ever been diagnosed with. It’s a progressive disease, which has no cure. When I was six years old, I grappled with the realities of a rare disease that set me apart from my siblings and peers. The physical limitations and medical interventions demanded resilience and a steadfast commitment to my well-being. The reality is I’m not supposed to live past the age of thirty. My parents fought for my medical well-being so I could attend the Children’s Hospital of Philadelphia (CHOP) and have been there for several years. Despite the challenges, I refused to let my condition define me, instead leveraging it as a source of strength. My drive came from my parents, if they were willing to fight for me, then so was I. Through my journey, I developed a deep empathy for others facing health struggles and a profound appreciation for the resilience of the human spirit…I am alive!
Additionally, I was faced with growing up as an African American in a white household, which presented unique challenges. However, this duality served as an opportunity for growth and cultural exploration. It pushed me to engage in difficult conversations about race, to embrace my heritage, and to cultivate a sense of pride in both sets of roots. This journey of self-discovery deepened my understanding of diversity. I remind myself…I am alive!
I have two healthy siblings. My sister is 3 months younger than me. My brother is 2 years younger and is my best friend. But, it wasn’t all unicorns and rainbows growing up with them, seeing them be able to succeed in sports that I couldn’t participate in because of my handicaps. I have encountered countless obstacles that tested my soul. Each challenge became a stepping stone toward personal growth and self-improvement. I have learned to persevere in the face of adversity. These experiences have fueled my determination to become something, someone. I was put here for a reason…I am alive!
My life’s journey has been shaped by a combination of factors: a rare disease, foster care, racial identity, and overcoming obstacles. Rather than allowing these circumstances to define me, I have used them as catalysts for personal growth, resilience, and self-discovery. I am committed to leveraging my experiences to make a lasting impact.
So, I thank you for having the courage to give me up to foster care and eventually be adopted by an amazing family. You did what was best for me…you let me live!