So I met my birth mother the other day
13 years ago
Yes, I'm adopted. No, it's never been a big deal to me, nor have I really ever thought about it past "Wouldn't it be interesting if I met her." I haven't posted this journal for a couple days because I wanted time to think about it, and time to figure out how I would share my experience with you guys.
My adoptive parents (and unknowingly, I as well) have kept in touch with my birth family throughout the years, and I have fond memories of being around my aunts and cousins (of course, I didn't know my relation to them at the time), so it could only follow that meeting my birth mother would go just as well.
When I came into the room, my aunt and her daughters, all whom I knew well, were engaged in conversation with my adoptive parents, and the other woman on the couch was a smart-but-casually-dressed, attractive woman with earrings and her hair pulled back in a bun; she didn't say much at first or make eye contact with me (which is understandable), but after my cousins left, she gradually became a funny, intelligent conversation partner with plenty of interesting stories and arguably the coolest business plan ever.
My mother is a huge Star Wars nerd, 70s memorabilia and classic rock fan, as well as comic book and tattoo artist. She lives in a town in middle Georgia with a population of 149, and owns a 1992 Fleetwood Sprinter, a 31ft RV that she plans to fix up and drive to music festivals around the country to set up shop as a mobile tattoo parlor.
I'm telling you all this not to impress you, or to brag, but just to emphasize the importance of family and the upkeep of relationships you make a month, a year, or twenty years ago. I couldn't be luckier to have awesome family on all sides, and I hope to keep in contact regularly now that the twenty-year-old ice has been broken, so to speak.
No matter what terms you're on with someone now, if you've reached out and put forth the effort to begin a relationship, be it smiling at a stranger that you never see again or talking to someone in line with whom you later become best friends, you should appreciate that effort and never regret it. My parents taught my mother, and they resounded so strongly with her that she asked them to raise her child.
Value your friends. Understand your enemies. Treasure your life, and the people in it.
I'm starting college again, so I don't know how much you'll hear out of me here, but I'll be around. Have a happy new year, guys. See y'all soon.
(P.S. if you haven't heard of these guys already, make sure to check them out. They're speedrunning games for charity, namely for cancer prevention, and they're doing an amazing job. Like, $112,000+ in less than three days. Donate if you're able, and check out some really awesome games while you're at it!)
http://marathon.speeddemosarchive.com/
My adoptive parents (and unknowingly, I as well) have kept in touch with my birth family throughout the years, and I have fond memories of being around my aunts and cousins (of course, I didn't know my relation to them at the time), so it could only follow that meeting my birth mother would go just as well.
When I came into the room, my aunt and her daughters, all whom I knew well, were engaged in conversation with my adoptive parents, and the other woman on the couch was a smart-but-casually-dressed, attractive woman with earrings and her hair pulled back in a bun; she didn't say much at first or make eye contact with me (which is understandable), but after my cousins left, she gradually became a funny, intelligent conversation partner with plenty of interesting stories and arguably the coolest business plan ever.
My mother is a huge Star Wars nerd, 70s memorabilia and classic rock fan, as well as comic book and tattoo artist. She lives in a town in middle Georgia with a population of 149, and owns a 1992 Fleetwood Sprinter, a 31ft RV that she plans to fix up and drive to music festivals around the country to set up shop as a mobile tattoo parlor.
I'm telling you all this not to impress you, or to brag, but just to emphasize the importance of family and the upkeep of relationships you make a month, a year, or twenty years ago. I couldn't be luckier to have awesome family on all sides, and I hope to keep in contact regularly now that the twenty-year-old ice has been broken, so to speak.
No matter what terms you're on with someone now, if you've reached out and put forth the effort to begin a relationship, be it smiling at a stranger that you never see again or talking to someone in line with whom you later become best friends, you should appreciate that effort and never regret it. My parents taught my mother, and they resounded so strongly with her that she asked them to raise her child.
Value your friends. Understand your enemies. Treasure your life, and the people in it.
I'm starting college again, so I don't know how much you'll hear out of me here, but I'll be around. Have a happy new year, guys. See y'all soon.
(P.S. if you haven't heard of these guys already, make sure to check them out. They're speedrunning games for charity, namely for cancer prevention, and they're doing an amazing job. Like, $112,000+ in less than three days. Donate if you're able, and check out some really awesome games while you're at it!)
http://marathon.speeddemosarchive.com/
wuffydave
~dguy6789
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BullieWut
~bulliewut
This is all very awesome man!
SleepieSheep
~sleepiesheep
Congratulations :) That is quite inspirational. I hope to see you and Roo again sometime soon.
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