Are You My Mother?
It was a book I had when I was a kid. "Are You My Mother?" was a story about a baby bird born while his Mother went to get food for the anticipated egg evacuation. The baby bird struck out to find his Mother and everyone who he came across, animal or machine, he asked the same question. Finally he is delivered back to the nest by an unlikely source just in time for his Mother to return with a worm for him to eat. All's well that ends well, right? There was a 27 year journey as I asked essentially the same question. I needed to find out where I came from. I needed to discover my roots. It was a journey with highs and lows, but it culminated in the discovery of 10 amazing siblings. As a result, I feel rich beyond comprehension. If I didn't state it in my last post, I will here. I'm grateful for the wonderful upbringing I was granted. I had two of the best parents anyone could want. So many people told me as I was ...