It seems like nothing really in the grand scheme of things, but growing up, especially my teen years, I reflected a lot on this and still do, so thought it might be worthwhile throwing it out there. For what it is worth both mom and dad had families where they were all so similar in every way, it made the reality of difference, more apparent to me. Meeting my maternal family I found similarities everywhere I turned and I was no longer just the only one like me.
If you were raised by your biological family, have you ever sat down and consciously listed every thing you can identify about yourself, that is also found in a family member or members?
No? Start with the basics – the hair on your head and work down to your toes. Beside each item note which relatives have the same. Hair - color and type, forehead, eyebrows, skin type and tone, ears, eyes, nose, mouth, teeth, cheekbones, dimples, chin, shape of jaw, neck, body shape, height, hands, feet, toes…
Now start with personalities and identify what types runs in your family and what personality type you are, and who else has that type.
Do the same for talents – who is artistic and what form does that artistic talent take. Lots with musical talent? Storytelling? Abilities to solve crazy hard puzzles? Great cooks? Green thumb gardeners?
What about the brains in the family? Is your family primarily analytical or more creative? Do they migrate to the fields of science? Medical? Law? Engineering? Teaching? Humanities or Arts? How many of your relatives choose the same field you have?
Do you know when your family immigrated to this country and from where and why? Do you have any traditions in your family that relate to your nationality? Do you or your family have heirlooms passed down from one generation to another? Does it give you a sense of continuity?
The list is too big to make any stab at being complete so let your imagination fly and don’t limit yourself to just those above.
Then try to answer the following questions. It may give you a limited understanding of the reality of living life as a closed adoption adoptee.
Does it matter to you to know who in your family shared that trait? Have you consciously identified that you and Auntie Jean share the same…
Did knowing someone with that trait who you loved dearly, make it good to have that trait?
Did it make you feel like you were part of that family/closer to them because you shared those traits?
Do you or other family members make statements like: All the family is tall, We all love playing practical jokes, We all have big noses, We all have good teeth, We all have the same spot where we put on weight, We all are good at solving mysteries, We all love to argue, We all love to …
Now if you did not have anyone to reference would you truly feel the same about yourself? Do you love the trait or the person who possessed that trait? Does knowing another relative is the same, make it easier to accept it in yourself as part of who you are? Ask this in each category.
Now how much do you think seeing yourself reflected back by different family members increased your acceptance of yourself – your self-identity?
Did you ever look at every stranger who vaguely resembles you, and wonder if you are related?
Have you ever had to try to figure out your nationality, when you have nothing but yourself as an example?
Have you ever wondered how your ancestors got to this country, from where, why, when, and what they did and were good at?
Would it matter to you that you were stripped of your identity and family, and told you had no right to know any of the things everyone else takes for granted? Would you consider you were treated equally to non-adopted? Would you want to know who you were like?
T. Laurel Sulfate, Snarkurchin
November 2, 2011 at 9:14 pm
This is nothing short of brilliant. I’ll be sharing it with LOTS of people!
The adopted ones
November 2, 2011 at 10:40 pm
Thanks T Laurel – I tried to write it so people could just start thinking about all the little things that make up who you are…glad it came out okay.
T. Laurel Sulfate, Snarkurchin
November 3, 2011 at 10:36 pm
I’ve tried asking people how they would feel if they didn’t know X, Y and Z, and they always shrug it off with “I’d be fine with it!” I have a hard time seeing anyone doing that with this post. Very, very well done.
momsomniac
November 2, 2011 at 9:51 pm
Well said. This often troubles me with son 2 – there are many small and large ways in which he is different from the rest of the family, even though his base personality is a lot like his Daddy’s. I wonder how much it will bother him. Which parts will bother him. And so on.
I have assumed his birth mother is very beautiful, both because it is implied in his birth story and because he is one of the 3 cutest kids on the planet (no, OF COURSE, I am not biased!;) But what else?
On the other hand, it does make clear why domestically adopted Daddy (about whose birth family we have LESS info than we do about our Korean-born son’s) is SO delighted that surprise son #3 looks almost exactly like Daddy. Daddy NEVER had that before….
The adopted ones
November 2, 2011 at 10:42 pm
We are all different but I am sure there will be something he will wonder about – from a few to many – I know you get it so will be willing to be there with him and that makes it better – trust me. As far as Daddy – he is experiencing something that many other adoptees marvel at as well as simply amazing and wonderful – to see yourself reflected back.
momsomniac
November 2, 2011 at 11:04 pm
Thank you; I am deeply touched by your reply. I hope son 2 agrees.
Dannie
November 3, 2011 at 2:34 am
nice post. As someone with my particular personality…..at this time in my life I don’t really think about my family like that….but then again I also take it for granted most of the time….if I didn’t have it, I’m sure I would think about it more. It’s just reality. Sometimes if people are like me, one doesn’t appreciate until it’s personal.
Of course there are several traits that have been pointed out that I have that are “smiths” traits (name changed lol) so I do know why I have small hands etc.
Fran Whelan
November 3, 2011 at 10:39 am
Thank you for putting into words what I always felt. I was ‘lucky’ because I did bear a similarity to my 2nd Mum and my adopted sister had my 2nd Dad’s nose and piercing blue eyes. But, when you are lucky enough to be able to find your first family, and find that not only are there physcial resemblances, but also behavioural ones (no body could work out where my passion for horses came from – but my maternal aunt was the same). I have three sons, the oldest two strongly resemble their fathers, so it wasn’t until the youngest was born that I felt I was passing anything on. I know now that my oldest bears more than a passing resemblance to my half brother. Those who are raised by their biological familes can take so much for granted.
Starr
November 3, 2011 at 11:53 pm
I look just like my mother, so much so that I was stopped in a mall by some guy that went to high school with her freaking out at our resemblance. I have always loved it especially at family reunions when my relatives made such a big deal about it. I have never considered the loss that adoptees may feel in this regard until recently when I started reading blogs written by adoptees. I have been reading them to gain some insight into how my daughter that I gave up 16 1/2 years ago might be feeling. I have to say that my eyes have been opened. I naively thought that she would never think of me since she had her adoptive parents. I on the other hand think of her all of the time. I have always hoped that she looks just like me and my mother. These are good questions to think about. Thank you for sharing your thoughts and feelings.
Carrie Cahill Mulligan
November 9, 2011 at 3:54 am
For the adoptee, it’s like growing up without a mirror. Who am I? I don’t know, I can’t see myself in those around me…
I was “matched” to an Irish Catholic family, which is my birthmother’s background. However, the information about my birthfather was, quite literally, whitewashed from the 2 typed pages of “background information” the agency provided me. My birthfather is Labrador Metis, but they told me he was “of English descent.”
When he found me, and I finally met him, I cannot begin to express the amazement I felt to resemble another person. And that doesn’t even begin to touch all the personality traits we share.
My Mom (adoptive) was very fine-boned and delicate, blonde and fairly timid.
I’m not overweight at all, but have a much larger frame, bigger bones, and am fairly brash, adventurous.
When I met my birthfather and learned my actual genetic heritage, my large-framed body made more sense to me: I am descended from rugged trappers, fishermen, Inuit & Innu peoples, who needed to be strong to survive in the Canadian subarctic.
Oh, and my interest in Alaska, and native beadwork, and medicinal plants, and working with sled dogs for a decade? Oh, yeah. Not just random, freak interests, although it sure seemed that way to my adoptive family, who all hailed from Chicago for generations.
Without genetic mirroring, an adoptee can feel utterly alien in the only family they have ever known.
Add to that, not knowing the actual story of your birth, of your arrival on this Earth… it’s so isolating. Who doesn’t know the story of their own birth??
This is such a great inventory. Sharing it now…
Thank you!
Chuck
November 22, 2012 at 1:15 pm
My Dear Wife was adopted and expresses her feelings in the same way that Carrie expressed hers. in fact, both are in tune with nature and life outdoors. She frequently speaks of the importance – and need – for the emotional, physical and psychological “familial” mirror that can only be found with in her lineage – birth family. Ostensibly, adoption is both a curse and a blessing for many. I hope all find some inner peace during and at the end of their journey.