Still no update on any news from my birth family. (You can read the earlier story about it here.)Not too surprised, I guess. If she hadn’t decided to find me in 45 years, what’s a few weeks? I’ll play the long game on this.
And, in general, I’m doing okay with this waiting game. I do not want to have a bad interaction with anyone. Would rather wait for the right time.
But yesterday, walking to breakfast in our hotel, we were behind a mother and her college age daughter. I did not know them. Yet I easily could tell they were related. They had the same walk, the same general body type, the same hair color and texture. They were the same height.
Watching them walk down the hall ahead of us, I nearly burst out into tears.
I’ve never had that.
I do not know anyone who looks like me, walks like me, has the same body type–none of it.
Yes, I ‘fit’ in my adopted family. I look, generally, like I belong. But I’m 5 inches taller than my mother and in order to fit in her wedding dress, I’d have to remove ribs.
Yes, my boys, in varying ways, take after me. But they are men. It is not the same.
I recognize I might meet my birth mother or half sister and look nothing like them. I might take after my paternal grandmother–who knows.
I think the surprise emotional moment was from either extreme hunger as I headed to breakfast (you think not?) or it revealed the longing I’ve always had to resemble the people I love.
Physically, I may never get that.
In other ways, though, I hope I resemble traits of my loved ones.
Hope I take after my dad and always remember to dance.
I would like to take after my sister, Annette, with her generosity and hospitality.
Hope I take after my brother, Brian, who is a great dad, teaching his sons to be thoughtful, independent, and kind.
Who do you resemble? How do you hope to resemble the ones you love?