Four and a half months! I apologize, but I’ve been in my own head since I met my biological father. Thoughts and emotions have been swirling around in my noggin . . . just trying to make sense of it all. It’s all so simple, but also complicated! Mission accomplished . . . but it’s just the beginning of something new.
The trip up to meet Jackson could not have gone better. We met, we hugged, we talked for hours. We cooked together, had a drink or two, shared stories, pictures and laughter. And I met my half-sister, Megan, too. Megan admitted that she was reluctant when I first contacted her. I know she was being protective of her father. But she said that when she finally realized I was actually coming, she started to get excited and was looking forward to meeting me. We were able to spend some time together, as well, and talk about life over a glass of wine or two.
And what of physical similarities? Even before I met Jackson, through photos, I could see similarities between Jackson and my son, Garrett. But try as I may, I could not see any physical similarities between myself and Jackson. It’s something adoptees are obsessed with. Even when I met him, I didn’t have an “Aha!” moment. He does have a full beard, so I couldn’t really see the details of his facial features. I gave up looking for the physical similarities. That is, until I got home and analyzed some old photos.
Jackson believes he’s about 18 in this photo. I’m 17.
Spitting image is the usual modern form of the idiom meaning exact likeness, duplicate, or counterpart. The original phrase, however, is spit and image, perhaps inspired by the Biblical God‘s use of spit and mud to create Adam in his image. There is no evidence that the origin of the phrase goes back to Biblical times, but its usage has been traced back to the 17th century in England. It was used to refer to someone who is so similar to another as to appear to have been spat out of his mouth. Of course, spitting image has been far more common than spit and image for over a century, but I prefer the phrase spit and image. After all, we found each other by spitting into test tubes.
What wonderful news! Congrats! (You ARE a “spitting and image” of each other)
Wow, definitely similarities!! (I’m obsessed with it too 🙂 ) I never knew that about “spit and image” – learn something new every day!
Wow. I love your stories. The similarity in looks among you, Jackson and Garrett is pretty amazing. I’m happy it was such a positive experience. – Norita
Hi Cousin! Glad you’re blogging again. -Andy
Is this the last post??? I just found this today & found it fascinating! I took the plunge w/ 23andme w/ hopes that we can be so lucky. My husband is adopted & we have one daughter. He has no clue to his background. His parents give him no information & the are elderly and divorced & his childhood was somewhat rude & abusive. I’ve tried so hard 2 get any info as I know he is curious but to no avail. Esp when the hospital, “orphanage” and even date of birth is in question! I’ve never seen a birth certificate in the 5 years I’ve known him! I told his elderly mother who raised him that I ordered a DNA kit & she was asked annoyed, “What are you looking for?” If we can be so lucky to get even one DNA match it w/b a miracle! We need to wait 12 weeks tho! 11 now. And I am counting them down. Please write again your update! I understand your curiosity.
Hi Sandy! Sorry for the delay in this response–but I’d love to hear if your husband found out anything new with 23andMe!