In our own words - becoming an egg donor
There is a lot to think about when being a donor. I know people who would love to be parents but cannot – coming from a large extended family it pains me to see this and if I can help even one couple to love and nurture a family that would be truly amazing.
I have had many influences growing up – Rosa Parkes, Martin Luther King, Mother
Teresa, Dame Whina Cooper, The Lady ‘Dame Te Ataairangi Kaahu’ but none were more
important than my Nan. She is the reason I am the way I am and it is she who taught me
everything I know: respect for my elders, tikanga of the marae, protocol, etiquette, manners, love
of my taha Maori and taha Pakeha, respect for all living things and most importantly to love
ALL children despite what others think or say as you are the role model.
My Nan raised me because my Mum found it hard to raise me after my parents parted ways, so I grew up not knowing my father; but had the support of my Mum’s brothers. Not knowing entirely who I was ….. why my hair was straight, why I am so dark, why I love ALL music, where I got my humour from ….. till late in my life was a huge obstacle in my life until I was old enough to find out (with my Mum and Nan’s blessing). It took me a long time to understand that it wasn’t something I
had done that made me look and sound and act differently to the rest of my whanau, it was purely genetics – the mix of two people’s understanding of one another, to make me.
I think it’s a great opportunity for any child to find their roots as it calms their desire to ‘need’ to know who they are – whakapapa is everything in Maoridom – without knowing ‘who’ you are you close yourself off to more than just where you are headed, you close yourself off to where you have been, and if you have no idea of either you lose yourself. I know many who are or were raised in the same situation, including myself and I would not wish that on anybody – hence my wanting to be identifiable. For the child and young person they will grow to be.