I always thought the moment I met my birth mother would be this magical moment with imaginary fireworks because I would all of a sudden know who I am! Although meeting her was indeed magical (sans fireworks) and answered many questions it actually presented more possibilities to who I am instead of a definitive explanation. It was just another piece of the puzzle of my life. I didn’t know it then, but I was still in the process of gathering puzzle pieces. Our journey is about how we process those puzzle pieces; positively or negatively. We are in control of where those puzzle pieces go and how they fit together. Each life changing event, mistake we make, what we learn from those mistakes are all puzzle pieces. It took many years and many mistakes to feel like I finally know who I am inside and out. And it didn’t happen from meeting my birth mother.