So I read and sometimes participate in the different blog days that the blogging community has... I've always thought about creating my own... so here's my attempt. Granted, I don't have many followers, but I figure, it starts with one.
So, here it is... "Wanna Know Wednesday!"
Today's Question: What Does Family Mean to You?
At Odyssey of the Mind World Finals in May, I was introduced to a lot of new people that my parents have gotten to know over the years. One woman remarked about how much I resembled my dad.
When I hear things like this, I can't help but laugh. One, because I really do look like my dad. And two, I'm adopted. From as long as I can remember, I've known that I was specially picked to be a member of the Anderson family. My parents wanted children, and their wishes came true, twice. The first time, my twin brothers became a part of the family. The second time, I was adopted.
I do look like my dad. Maybe it's the large nose... or the high cheek bones. Maybe we resemble each other for our smart alleck responses to everyday life, or the fact that we are extremely stubborn and always right about everything! This makes for some interesting "discussions."
I'm also told that I'm a lot like my mom. I get this... and have admitted recently (shock and awe!) that I am a lot like my mom! My mom has a tendency to wear all emotion on her face. If she doesn't agree with something, she won't say it aloud, but her thoughts are written all over her face. I often tell her, "Mom, the face! The face!" My husband has now started saying this to me. I guess I don't really hold in my opinions... they, too, are written all over my face.
Being adopted, I always get the questions at the doctor's office regarding family history. My response is "I don't know, I'm adopted." (Ok, so I know a little bit, but not really enough to determine if I'll get some medical issue.) I do know my family history... MY family history is the Anderson family. Not the history of the egg & sperm donor that had a drunken night, and nine months later I was born.
I am very thankful for the amazing gift I was given in life... the chance to be a part of an amazing family. When asked what makes a person- genetics or environment- my answer is always the same. Environment. I can't imagine being anyway else in life... I love that I have my dad's stubborness, and my mom's honesty.
Not flesh of my flesh
Nor bone of my bone,
But still miraculously
My own.
Never forget
For a single minute:
You didn't grow under my heart
But in it.
Melissa
So, I Wanna Know- What do you think about family?
1 comment:
I tried to link; but have no clue what I am doing! What does family mean to me...the meaning of family to me is constantly changing, especially now with my own little one growing in my tummy!
Growing up, I was so intent on becoming my own person that I didn't see that while yes I was becoming my own person; it was a result of 2 people that played a major role in my life, my parents! I am stubborn like my dad and maybe even a little opinionated like him as well. Like my mom, I hate to ruffle feathers, I want everything to be smooth sailing! My mom is now one of my greatest friends...the people I was so intent on not being like-are the people that I am most like and that I now want to play those key roles in my life!
As my husband and I get ready for our new family...it comes with such excitement and a lot of anxiety! We are realizing that much of who our children becomes is a direct result of us-the parents!
Family...what we determine its good quality to be as a result of how we were raised!
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