Remember the HOLY COW I said I'd be sharing in a few days? Well, fasten your seat belts and put on your helmets because here comes another roller coaster!

My sister is adopted. She was with a foster family for six months before she came to live with us and her name was Dawn (she was renamed when she became a member of our family).

I remember very clearly the day she was brought home. I didn't want ANYTHING to do with her. I was nine at the time, was the only girl child in the house and wasn't too keen on giving up my special status. Even though my school was only one block from our house, it took me a good 45 minutes to get home. I put off meeting this 'intruder' as long as I possibly could. As soon as I saw my new sister, I didn't care about any stinkin' status. I immediately fell in love with her and have loved her to infinity ever since.

My sister and I have a very unique and special bond. I dare say that our bond is closer than any set of sisters I've ever known. As mentioned in a post some time ago, this bond comes from circumstances that are beyond the norm. Beyond being close, some people think that we've taken on each others features. When either of us introduces each other to someone, we always hear, "I can tell that you're sisters. You guys look alike". Really, neither of us see what other people are seeing. We don't think we look at all alike, but that comparison has always made us giggle. We do not share a single solitary gene, or even the same nationality for that matter. Someone once even commented that we even have our own "language" like twins often have.

Do you get the drift? We're tight.

As you know, I've recently found my b-father's family. Exactly a week ago, as a matter of fact. This spurred my sister into wanting to finally trace her roots. All she had to do was give the word and I was on it like white on rice. The wonderful lady who connected me with the information about my b-father's family gave us the name of an adoption records researcher. The two worked hand in hand and not only came up with my sister's adoption records, but even told her where her b-parents are now living along with a phone number.

Here's the kicker. OK, there are several kickers. Her b-parents were not married at the time she was born, but ended up getting married three years later and had three sons. My sister has three fully biological brothers and it appears that her b-parents are still married!

The wonderful woman who found my my sister's adoption records told sis that her b-mother named her Dawn. I always assumed that this is what her foster family named her. I really liked what she had to say to my sis about the fact that her b-mother named her: "I hope she likes her name (Dawn). I always think that when a birthmother names a child that she doesn't really want to give her up. Some are just named "Baby Girl Jones" or whatever..."

What a wonderfully nice thing to tell her. I can't help but believe it's true.

My sis isn't ready to make contact with her b-family and I can totally respect that. I suspect that there will come a day that she will want to make contact and I've offered (and she's accepted) to make the initial phone calls on her behalf.

So, to explain the title of the post. My sis was told that she was half Mexican (from Mexico!) and half North European. Turns out that she's half Jewish (that's the J.A.P. title comes from - Jewish American Princess) and half Spanish, as in Spain. I find the Jewish half to be rather ironic since our last name is German, but is often confused for being Jewish.

So, there's the big news. I'm so glad that we're going to experience this roller coaster together. That's just how it should be. I believe without a shadow of a doubt that we were meant to be sisters in the grand scheme of things. How we got to be sisters is just a minor detail.

I'll be posting this link in my side bar to the woman (Jan) who researched the adoption records for my sis.



She turned the information around in less than an hour. Jan and Shelle (the woman who gave us all the information we needed to contact our birth-families) are angels. They truly are.

And sis? I love you beyond anything you could ever imagine. I'm so happy for you.