I was adopted when I was 6 weeks old. I can't remember a time I didn't know this. As a child, I was proud of it and told anyone and everyone. I felt special because of it. I had the 2 perfect parents for me.
I never felt a great need to find my birth parents, as I had the greatest parents and no real desire to possibly complicate my life. But I had always wondered how it would feel to sit across from someone and see some of my features. Where did I get my nose? Color of hair? Dimple?
So, when I was pregnant with Alyssa, I began looking forward to seeing someone with my DNA for the first time. And then Alyssa came out looking EXACTLY like Darren. So much so that Darren and I could be separated at a store or event where I would be holding Alyssa and strangers would say "I know who the daddy is!" after seeing Darren. It seemed like I would have to wait a bit longer to see some of my features in another person.
When Jackson was born, I cried. He had the same divot in his chin and single dimple that I did. There it was, a genetic feature like mine!
As the kids have grown, they look more like themselves than Darren or me, but once in a while I see the resemblance and it takes my breath away. Someone who has my features.