Over the past couple of weeks I have found myself trying to re-negotiate my belonging in any way to my birth mom.
I took the one pic I have of her in my home, down.
I look in the mirror at myself, and look at my eyes. I don't want my eyes to look like hers. I try to imagine they look like someone else's.
I look at my skin, and I know I got my skin type from her. Even my hair, the way it falls, makes me want to re-negotiate.
I wanted so much to know the feeling of looking like someone, and now, at this stage of reunion, if thats what you want to call it, I dont care who I look like.
I never thought this would be a part of this process...to de-fantasize my life. I try to push the thoughts of any resemblance I have of her, out of my mind, I try not to think that any part of me is like her. I see a picture of myself and I shudder at the thought that I appear to be like her.
Have I ever said or done something remotely similar to something she has said or done? I have been re-thinking everything. Do I behave like her? I dont think so, I answer myself. I have been on a mission to try and listen better to others, and to be a better person in general. I think this woman is the reason why I feel so motivated to do this.
Such a strange feeling today inside of me. What is this whole mess we call adoption, how does an adoptee fit into any of this mess? Why does it matter where I got these darn toes, or ears? Does anyone else really care where they came from? Are adoptee's the only one that care about finding out what bits and pieces we got from relatives? Does anyone in the birth families really think about this stuff, or is this the wonderfully divine present left for the adoptee to sort out....alone?
Seriously, I have been on this journey alone, with the exception of my husband who's been a champ. But my mom has never really cared about who I look like, I don't think my sister has really given it much thought. I know my birth mom was curious enough to clear her name, by finding me.
So today, I am finally realizing and feeling the reality that I would like to re-negotiate the entire deal. I don't want to be the adopted girl. I don't want to look, act or be like her...ever! I just want to be like everyone else. I don't want to analyze every step of my life, wondering if I am in any way, shape or form, like her. At this point I don't even want to admit she is my birth mom, and I do think I have the right to make this choice.