I remember a friend telling me, “40 is a big deal,” as I approached that milestone birthday. I didn’t get it at the time, but as I’m now approaching 50, I have to say that she was right. Like, holy shit right. This dear friend has been a gift in my life for about 15 years now. I so appreciate the honesty of our friendship and the wisdom she has shared with me. She has mothered me through many challenges over the last decade. Neither of us were well-mothered as children, so I think we understand and appreciate what it means to lovingly support each other as adult women.
Ten years ago, I had no idea what coming out of the fog was for an adoptee. I certainly didn’t know that’s what was starting to happen for me. I didn’t know there would be times I would feel like every part of my being was unraveling. I didn’t know that physically experiencing the depths of my pain would be so liberating. I didn’t know that I would need to visit that depth several times in order to begin to heal. I didn’t know that there was so much I didn’t know about being an adopted person. I didn’t know how much it had impacted my entire life. I didn’t know that choosing to live authentically would be both costly and priceless at the same time. I didn’t know that searching for my first mom would take so long. I didn’t know it would be so hard. I didn’t know that searching for her was also about searching for me. I didn’t know I would feel like I already knew her when I did get to meet her. I didn’t know I’d been loving others and living my life in a suspended state of tension—forever. I didn’t know that my adoptive parents would choose to end their relationship with me. I didn’t know I’d so easily come to terms with that.
I also didn’t know I would need to cross my legs before I cough or sneeze. I didn’t know that jumping rope would no longer be feasible for the same reason. I didn’t know that tweezers would need to be strategically placed in multiple locations for emergency chin hair removal. I didn’t know that the further I got into my 40’s, the shorter my arms would seem to be. Bottles and labels with small print need to be moved back in order to read them. I didn’t know light would become so essential for seeing things well. I didn’t know that hanging out with my adult kids would be so cool. And soul-filling. And I didn’t know that YaYa would be the best name anyone could ever call me. Grandkids are the best part of aging.
At 40, I didn’t know I had so much to learn. I’m ready to keep going and keep growing. I have a lot left to do.