I’m sure there are scholars who have written about this, and I should track down their wisdom. Disclaimer–this is only my reflection and may not resemble other adopted children’s experiences. I’ve recently been discovering things about my birth parents. I was able to speak to my birth mother on the phone for a few minutes.…
Miranda: O wonder! How many goodly creatures are there here! How beauteous mankind is! O brave new world That has such people in’t! Prospero: ‘Tis new to thee. William Shakespeare’s, The Tempest Act 5, scene 1 As an adopted child, I’ve grown up with traits that belonged only to me. If I looked like my…
Here’s an update on my search for my birth parents. (To read the previous posts about the search, read here and here and here.) First, let me start by saying thank you. As I’ve gone down this rabbit hole of a search, your support and presence in my life, (whether in person, over the phone,…
I got in the car Wednesday and the song “Who Are You” by the Who was on the radio. Normally, that wouldn’t be a big deal. Turns out, that day it was the soundtrack for my existential crisis. I burst into tears. As you may have read earlier (here and here) I have been searching…
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…
Washington State opened their sealed records on July 1 and I sent away for my original birth certificate. I received my original birth certificate last week. I now know my birth mother’s name. I wouldn’t have thought just a name on a piece of paper, disconnected from any knowledge about her, would be so powerful.…
Glass Overflowing 