Me, the beginning, starting in the middle

So, I guess I should talk about me a little... Where does one begin? That is actually a question I asked myself back in 1989 when I turned 18. As I turned 18, I realized it was time to find my birthmother. I have always known I was adopted, never a secret around here. My mother was a social worker who placed kids for adoption and my parents had always known they would adopt. Here was the plan... Have a couple kids, adopt a couple more. Well, the best laid plans blah, blah, blah. So, they couldn't manage to have children and decided to go ahead and adopt. Here is where I come into the equation. A few years later, they adopted my brother Mike and we moved to Denver. My folks found an amazing fertility doctor and got pregnant with my sister, Colleen! YAY! Well, everyone knows how fertility works and that's how 18 months later, my twin sisters, Chrissy and Cheryl, were born. So, from 2 to 5 in a short amount of time? Gotta love my parents :) ANYHOW, when I turned 18, I was legally able to petition the courts to have my birth records and adoption papers opened. My mom still had the phone number and name of the lady who placed me and we made a call. As part of the petition, I was asked to write a letter to my birthmother. Here is where we get back to that question at the beginning... Where does one begin? How do you write a letter to your "mother" who has never really met you? What do you ask? What do you tell? My mom and dad tried to help me, but that's pretty much something you have to work out on your own. I tried for a few days, but gave up. I have been so blessed with the life I was given, or given into I guess. I don't need another mom or dad, I have no big "hole" in my life like so many other adopted kids you see on TV, I really have no use for my biological family. That sounds so cold! But, I really have no NEED for them nor do I WANT to be part of another family. I love mine! This sounds stupid, but the only thing I have ever really wanted was to see people who look like me. I was as blonde as blonde gets as a kid and everyone else has dark brown to black hair, even my brother. Funny thing is, my brother actually looks like me a bit (something about dogs looking like owners comes to mind). My sisters all look so much alike that they have often been mistaken for triplets. And, of course, they look a lot like my parents.

I'm tired... More another day :)