I hope everyone had a nice, peaceful and/or productive weekend. I was lucky enough to be invited to a lovely ladies-only holiday brunch yesterday. There were several women there whom I knew, and also some I did not know. The food was spectacular: several kinds of quiches (including artichoke & cheddar - who knew that combo would be so fab?), breads, pumpkin-apple bisque, and yummy desserts. There were even some decorate-them-yourself cookies with an awesome name: Chai Spice Girl Cookies.
It was a very nice time, and we were incredibly fortunate to have in our midst a high school music teacher, who sat down at the piano and played Christmas carols for us to sing along to - I was in heaven! Christmas sing-alongs are probably one of my favorite activities ever. Yes, I know it's kind of cliche, but who cares? I LOVED IT and added the harmony to everyone else's melody for over an hour.
The rest of the time, everyone mingled and conversed in little groups. At one point, I was chatting with three other ladies, and the subject of my birth certificate quest came up - though not because I brought it up.
One of the other women said to me, "what difference could it make to have it? It's just a piece of paper. It doesn't mean anything."
Wow. I had no answer for her. How could I possibly explain what it would mean to me? That piece of paper will have the name of the person who gave birth to me on it. My blood-related mother. If you didn't know your mother's name, what would it mean to you to finally get the piece of paper that would tell you?
Even though I was so very fortunate to have had a wonderful, loving family, there still is this thing inside me. This thing that makes me a little bit different than almost everybody else. Most of the time, it doesn't matter to me at all, but one thing does bother me. I want to KNOW.
They say knowledge is power. For me, it's not about power. It's about finding out something I think I have a right to know. It's about finally knowing where I came from. It's a lot more than just a piece of paper.
Birthday Wisdom from My Mom, Elsie
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