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Who Am I?

My colleague at work has found her birth family. 8a8f8826d98c426854f0caa18b8478c6--genealogy-quotes-family-trees.jpg

People are stunned at how quickly it has all happened, but as she says, quickly aside from the 45 years leading up to it.

It’s not all roses and sunshine. There are things she’s learning that are difficult. But there are things that are incredible, too. She’s already met some of her birth relatives in person. Ten days ago she didn’t know they existed. Remarkable.

Naturally all of this excitement makes me think about my own situation. Do I have birth relatives one state away? Are there pictures of people I’ve never met, as children, who look like my own child? Or me? Do I share a nose with someone, or a laugh, or a love of Cadbury mini-eggs? And could someone please explain about these ridiculous fingernails that bend? Whose fault is that?

I’ve been looking around at 23 and Me, trying to make sense of my DNA relatives. So far the closest link that’s shown up is a second cousin, and she seems to be a dead end. I’m thinking about Ancestry DNA next. That’s what my friend used.

Maybe after all this time someone out there in the big wide world is looking for me. Maybe they wouldn’t mind be found by me. Maybe they haven’t forgotten me. I don’t think they have. How could you?


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Olympics, I Will Miss You

Thanks to the marvels of modern tv services, I was just able to watch the entire figure skating gala to round out the winter Olympics, and it was terrific. Now I’m looking forward to tonight’s closing ceremonies with a twinge of melancholy.

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Each Olympic season I do this. I watch these athletes from around the world compete in these athletic events that boggle my mind. For the short period of time they’re on tv, I start to think of myself as a bit of an expert in this or that, but really I have no idea what I’m talking about. I wouldn’t know an under-rotation if it bit me in the butt, but I sit on my couch nodding along with the commentators as if I’m a seasoned pro.

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I also become a homegrown “expert” on an athlete or two during that time. No, I hadn’t heard of him or her before three weeks ago, but what’s your point? I “know” them now, dammit. So, yes, Adam Rippon is one of my new besties, at least in my mind.

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I love seeing the athletes who surprise us, like Czech snowboarder Ester Ledecka who won Olympic gold not only in snowboarding, but in skiing too. I love seeing the underdogs become champions. I love how the training and hard work pays off for many of these athletes, and I love how so many of them are seemingly there just to compete and have a good time. Good for all of them.

I respect anyone who puts in the work to become an Olympian. Congratulations to them all.


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Feeling Like Sally Field

 

I’m always delighted to see old friends, and yesterday I had the chance to do that through a work function. It was wonderful to hug and be hugged, to catch up on children and jobs, and to learn what’s new in each others’ lives. What a warm feeling. And the bonus for me was that a few of these fantastic people mentioned that they’ve been reading and enjoying BulgingButtons. Wow. Thank you.

I may not ever get an Oscar. Oh, who am I kidding, I won’t, but right now I feel like Sally Field. Thank you.