single mom

Unchanged

It’s amazing how quickly things can change.

Back in October, I wrote about my feelings on being adopted. Just a few days later I shared the excitement of knowing my birth mom had happily received my letter. When I first wrote my letter, I didn’t really know what to expect. It was emotional, to say the least, and terrifying every step of the way. I anxiously prepared for the worst, and I am thrilled at the way things have turned out.

It’s been two weeks now that I’ve been in constant contact with my Birth Mom (BM), my siblings and one of my uncles and I’ve never felt so at ease – though the fact that I’m on anti-anxiety medication may play a role in that. It’s weird to go from feeling unsure of who you are to feeling complete so suddenly. Learning about the quirks I share with people I’ve never met has somehow given me and understanding of who I am and the power to become who I really want to be.

It’s even more amazing how, in spite of everything that goes on in our lives, that any of us can remain the same.

A few friends have expressed concern that I might suddenly change – or have a total meltdown, which admittedly could happen – as my world begins to catch up to speed in the aftermath of finding my birth mom. By my own admission, I’ve been hiding in the woodworks for the past week or so just trying to catch my breath and steady myself. But I’m still me. I’m still all of the things I was before.

I’m still a MacInnis – unless I plan to have that expensive, ghastly-scar-leaving tattoo removal – and I will always be a MacInnis. It’s kind of like a gang. There’s no getting out! (Just kidding – we’re so awesome, people keep trying to get into the clan)

In spite of wearing high heels and living in the city, I’m still a rubber-boot wearing girl who snorts when she laughs and prefers beer and lobster over pasta and wine. Well, unless the pasta includes lobster. And I’ve never turned down wine before.

Although I’ve been lucky enough to gain a whole new family, I like my old family just fine and they are irreplaceable. People like Mom and Dad, my grandparents, aunts, uncles and some (alright, all) of my cousins are few and far between in this world.



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