Mommy Is Adopted

Or is it was? As in, Mommy was adopted.

Well, I was and I am. It's not really a secret, but I also don't introduce myself by saying, "Hi, I'm Karen. I'm adopted. What's your name?"

I've always known that I was adopted. There was never a mind-numbing, earth-shattering moment where the truth came out. I am grateful for that.

There was, however, a somewhat shocking moment when I got an e-mail from a woman who claimed to be my birth Mom.

Turned out she was. Or is it is? Does it even matter?

She contacted me in November. We get along splendidly, via e-mail that is. But in a little over a month, we're going to meet for the first time. Or maybe it's the second time, I mean, we did see each other at my birth for a few moments. I don't know what to think.

I'm excited. I'm terrified. As much as being found answers so many questions, it also brings up so many more. It's been easy to like each other so far. I think we are very accepting of each other. I don't want that to change once we actually meet. I don't think it will. But what if? The thought absolutely terrifies me.

43 days and counting. Texas, here I come.