Mother’s Day

Mine are unconventional origins, but what better a day to talk about them than today?
As I’m sure I mentioned in that “Tall” post with the comic, I am adopted. The woman who gave birth to me and the woman who raised me are two different people.

I reconnected fairly recently with my biological family via FaceBook and last summer, I met my big sister in person. We’ve been engaging in poke wars and sending each other heaps of memes and links ever since! And what a thrill to discover that I’m an aunt to three beautiful babies (I’m bursting with pride at the resemblance), each of whom is starting to develop their own personalities. I plan to spoil them rotten over their lifetimes 😉

Artistic talent seems to run in this family as well! I try to nurture creativity where I can, because art is a lifestyle. The more you draw and sketch and sculpt, the better you’re able to express yourself through the medium. You can create a whole world if you want to!
I kind of laughed when I found out that my biological mother also writes fanfiction. Here I am, writing about my favourite shows, and she’s apparently written a piece where my sister built a computer! What a conversation we’ll have when I meet her face to face! We’ve only spoken on the phone so far.

Of course, I can’t ever forget the woman who raised me, who stood by my father and I every step of the way! She gently pushed me to be the best I can be, and is always there to listen and share a hug when I’m feeling down or uncertain. She encourages me to work through thoughts and emotions so that I can move forward with a clear head, and made a HUGE fuss so that I’d post that fanart of Jim Parsons on the train where people can see it! I was really hesitant, but she encouraged me to take a risk and put myself out there!

She and my father tried for 15 years to have a child of their own, but it never happened. She went through a medical procedure to make it easier to conceive, and now bears a scar that could easily be mistaken for one from a c-section—but it had no effect. She constantly reminds me that it was her dream to become a mother—she swears she met me in a dream before she got that phonecall. Funny thing is, she said I was blonde. I’ve been saying I should’ve been blonde since before I knew about that.

Happy Mother’s Day to the wonderful women in my life! May there be many more amazing adventures to come, and most of all, thank you for being! Thank you for having me. Thank you for supporting me. Thank you for loving me. Thank you for everything!

With all my love,



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