Biological Relatedness in my Adoptive Family & What it Meant for us Today
Today is my a-grandmother's 80th birthday (my a-mom's mom). My mom and some other family members coordinated a huge get-together catered by a hotel where we all stayed yesterday. By "we all" I mean my grandmother's three kids and spouses, all of their kids and their kids' kids (except for one granddaughter and great-granddaughter who were unable to attend) and some cousins. My a-dad's brother and his wife, my aunt, were there too as they are friends of the family. My family was last to arrive at the party; my husband was being super, firefighter, hero man out saving the day somewhere and we left later than we intended to. Here I stood at this party, an adult with a family of my own who had done some serious work on figuring out who I am. I also did some serious work embracing that identity. I looked around, comparing faces, as I have grown so used to doing. My cousin J and my a-mom look a lot alike. They have about the same skin tone, the ...