Tomorrow, I am going to a barbecue, scheduled to last two days (well, one day really, but spread over the weekend from noon Saturday to noon Sunday.)
This barbecue is for "family and friends" of people I've never met, most of them "my family." I grew up in the Children's Aid, was never adopted, never knew anything about my birth parents. But last year, on my 70th birthday, my partner gave me the Ancestry DNA kit, and after dutifully spitting into the little jar and sending it off to Ireland, 3 weeks later I got a notification from someone who said, "Hi, I'm your niece."
Well, turns out that after I was born, my father had 8 other children (by another mother), who are all my half brothers and sisters. I've met just one of those sisters so far (and 2 of her daughters), but tomorrow, I'm about to meet some 40 or more other people who are my brothers and sisters, nieces and nephews, and even great nieces and nephews.
And I'm terrified...feel like running away to the circus right now.
This barbecue is for "family and friends" of people I've never met, most of them "my family." I grew up in the Children's Aid, was never adopted, never knew anything about my birth parents. But last year, on my 70th birthday, my partner gave me the Ancestry DNA kit, and after dutifully spitting into the little jar and sending it off to Ireland, 3 weeks later I got a notification from someone who said, "Hi, I'm your niece."
Well, turns out that after I was born, my father had 8 other children (by another mother), who are all my half brothers and sisters. I've met just one of those sisters so far (and 2 of her daughters), but tomorrow, I'm about to meet some 40 or more other people who are my brothers and sisters, nieces and nephews, and even great nieces and nephews.
And I'm terrified...feel like running away to the circus right now.