Of course I know who I am….50 something mother and wife, sometime daughter and occasional sister and now adoptee blogger. I’ve flirted with this for years, writing when the mood took me but recent events have prompted me to put my musings down in one place. For tidiness or posterity or something.
Like many adoptees, I’ve read my files (and thrown them away but that’s another story, for later) done my DNA, traced both birth parents and I have met my biological siblings. One might think that that squares the circle and I should be fully tooled up with biological information but it hasn’t and I am still left wondering and confused. It still feels like something is missing and that’s probably because it is. The authentic me. The me who I was for the first 6 weeks of my life. The rest of it has been a glorious mixture of influence, nature and the desperate need to fit in in my adoptive family.
So, who do you think I am? Perhaps this is where someone tells me ❤️
Who do you think I am? 