Since Learning Who My Birth Mother Was

It's been several months now since I learned who my birth mother was. Over the past few months I've noticed things that I hadn't noticed before. Simple things that may seem silly. Like, one day I was using my teeth to open a bobby pin and happened to glance in the mirror and saw my guardian mom's chin and lips exactly the way I had seen her open her bobby pins so many years ago. I thought to myself, "oh my god, I have my mom's (actually my guardian mom's) mouth!" Memories of her nightly ritual of sitting on the couch with her bag of bobbie pins "setting" her hair in pin curls while watching TV came flooding back. I chuckled to myself and wondered about what other missed clues about my roots were right in front of me all along. Certainly not the fingers. My guardian mom had the long fingers that were great for piano playing. Mine on the other hand are short and sort of stubby. Hmmm, I thought, I must have gotten them from my birth father. Speaking of piano playing, my guardian mom, with never having a lesson in her life could tickle the ivories quite well. And sing....she could really belt out songs from Billy Holiday and other artists of that time period. Me on the other hand......not so good. When my son was a baby, he used to pinch my lips together and plead "no sing mommy".