Was My Curiosity Wrong?

Mom and Bonnie

My mom and I were very close. Here we are together about four months after I was adopted. She was loving and caring. We enjoyed spending time together and had many good laughs!

Why then did I want to know who gave birth to me? Mom and I shared a strong mother-daughter bond. I never wanted to hurt her. I never wanted her to think she wasn’t my one and only mom.

Eventually I developed a deeper understanding of this conundrum. I came to believe with all my heart that my curiosity about my birthparents was a separate feeling or state of mind from the love I felt for my mom and dad.

My curiosity came from my strong desire to know my birthparents. It was not caused by any circumstances in my life. I simply wanted to know who gave birth to me. Over the years, I also realized that I couldn’t turn off my curiosity. I had to keep going until I had the answers.

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lussyves

2 years ago

Excellent! j’ai hâte de lire la suite. Merci Bonnie

“there is no one like YOU”

You’re Here–Welcome!

My name is Bonnie. My parents adopted me when I was 8 months old. I’ve written a memoir about my life and the difficult search for my original identity. After 35 years, I have my answers!
I hope my story is an inspiration for you or someone you know who is searching for their birth parents and family ancestry.

Which came first–the chicken or the egg? Or in my case–the book or the blog?

Good question!  The book came first. My blog has the same name as the book. Each blog post tells you something about me. By nature, a memoir is personal. My persistence to find answers to my identity and write a memoir was a soul-searching, personal journey. It’s sad at times, but often fun and joyful.

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