Well, I actually had a Holiday from Hell story, but I'm trying to be upbeat and positive. LOL
Maybe I'll share it later in the week if any of you have similar stories to tell.
As many of you guys know, I'm adopted and that after a long search and journey, I finally found my birth family about 10 years ago. My birth father didn't want to acknowledge a relationship, which I respect, but I've developed a close, loving and lasting relationship with my birth mother and her side of the family.
Many people who grow up within their intact biological families take their shared traits and experiences in stride as being part of a tribe. Is it nature or nurture? Really can't tell.
Parents who adopted from my generation were told that we were little "blank slates" ready to be imprinted with whatever they could "nurture" into us. "Nature" had no value in the psychology of the 60's.
Fast forward a number of years. Many adoptees and birthparents who've reunited have reported eerie happenings of similarity and parallels in our lives.
We call it synchronicity.
As an example, one adoptee I know moved to Arizona because her husband was transferred in his job. She had never lived there, didn't know anybody, or have any friends there, so she volunteered at a terminal cancer ward in a local hospital to bring books and visit with patients there. They were there for about a year.
A few years later after they had moved away and when she had a successful search, she found that her birth father was one of the terminal patients she was ministering to.
How freaky is that?
So here is my synchronicity story.
My birthmom's birthday is around Christmas, so I always send her two presents together. One is her favorite perfume, the other is totally random.
One year I was looking at designer purses online. Since I can't afford the REALLY expensive shit (Louis Vuitton, Kate Spade, etc), I was looking hard at some lesser designers. One designer I really liked, but I rethought it, because buying somebody a purse is as personal as buying underwear. I passed, and bought her something a little more neutral.
What did she send ME for Xmas? The purse I was loving and thinking of sending to HER!
Another year I sent her a zippy red patent leather tote that I thought she would be stylin' in. Turns out she bought the very same tote for a good friend of hers for Xmas.
The year I was diagnosed with heart failure and lost 100 lbs of water, my skin was really loose and dry. In early December I searched around to find SOMETHING that might help me retain some elasticity and decided to splurge on some Clinique Watertherapy (out of the blue. Normally I buy something cheap like Jergens or Vaseline Intensive Care).
What did she send me for Xmas? A basket of Clinique Watertherapy!
So this year, birth mother made a move farther up the east coast where it gets cold, cold, cold. I sent the same favorite foof, and thought I'd send her something to reflect her new climes. A cashmere scarf and gloves.
What did she send ME?
A fantastically gorgeous scarf and gloves. LOL
We had a huge laugh over it. It was another WTF moment.
I talked to my Mom about it today (my adoptive mom). She was one of the parents that the adoption agency told that "nature" was irrelevant and that I was a little blank slate she could imprint herself on. We had another laugh over it all.
She thought she "broke" me because I ended up so quirky.
Mom's so relieved to know that it's all genetic and not her fault.