Hey there. It's me, Tracey. Your home decor loving, crazy plant lady, thrift store goer, fashion loving blogger. My hope with my blog was to initially write about home decor and styling, dropping plant knowledge and an occasional DIY project. But I now know that I'm so much more than that. I have opinions about life and the world around me. And I would be doing myself and you a disservice if I didn't give you all of me, flaws and all.
So I've decided to start with a series of blogs that I posted on my Instagram account back in 2018. I shared my experience of finding my biological family and I wanted to share it with you in the hopes that if you are in a similar situation and want to search for your family, maybe my story will give you the courage to take that first step.
"Trust the magic of new beginnings"
In the past two days my life has changed. Changed in a way that I never thought would be possible. My life has pretty much been an open book except for this one thing. And the journey to this moment has made me feel like a missing puzzle piece has been found.
I always felt I was different. Like I was part of a family that wasn't fully my own. I always felt my Mom and her family were mine, but my Dad's, well not so much. Now don't get me wrong, I loved my Dad and his family very much but I always felt that there was something different. I would even ask my Mom over the years as a child if I was my Dad's and she would always say, "Of course he is. Don't be silly". What more could I say? I loved my Mom and I believed her or at least I led on that I did.
In 2012, we were moving from California to Virginia because of the military and we took a trip to see my Mom in Arizona before we left the West Coast. My Mom had Multiple Sclerosis. A horrible disease that was ravaging her body and mind. A disease that no child wants to see their parents have to endure. This particular day I was visiting her with my middle daughter. I was sitting behind her(she was also blind) and I can't remember how we got on this subject but I jokingly said to her, "Mommy surely you can tell me now. Daddy's not my real dad, right?" What she said next would change the course of my life forever. "WELL,............"
Next week, Part 2.
Until next time.....