My ethnicity results came back this morning.
Needless to say I think I am more confused now than before I took the
test. After reviewing the test results i had to call my mother (at 4:45
am) because either I was:
a) switched at birth
b) my mother is adopted
c) ancestrydna.com is tripping.
I decided to go with ancestry.com when selecting a DNA test
because I save all my data using their family tree software and thought
it would be easier to link the results with the software. My issue with
their findings I know for
sure my mother's paternal grandfather was 100% Native American (He can
be found on the Dawes Roll with his family). The results I got back came
back 0% Native American. O_o
I will be taking another test with 23andme or familytreedna.com for a second opinion.
Needless to say this will make a good chapter in my book.
Tuesday, April 22, 2014
My Journey
Many see me as a strong, independent, outgoing girl that makes them laugh with her post or cheers them up with her inspirational post. The girl who is acting silly when I am out with them but what they don't realize what I have gone through and am still through to get to this point in life.
Growing up I had the privilege of being surrounded by family. By this I mean for years I lived on the same street as several of my family members. This is where my opinion of the importance of family comes from. There is nothing like a tight knit family trust me.
Eventually my mom decided to move away from our family. This decision had a great impact on my life. After the move I struggled with trying to figure out who I was and trying to find a place where I fit in. I was always different from everyone I met. Too white for the black kids and too black for the white kids. The only ones that seemed to understand me was my family and vice versa.
Truthfully I still struggle with these feelings from time to time and I have found that several of my family members have this same struggle. As I get older I am beginning to realize or understand that we aren't all made to fit in and it's OK if the only people that truly get/understand me share my DNA.
Growing up I had the privilege of being surrounded by family. By this I mean for years I lived on the same street as several of my family members. This is where my opinion of the importance of family comes from. There is nothing like a tight knit family trust me.
Eventually my mom decided to move away from our family. This decision had a great impact on my life. After the move I struggled with trying to figure out who I was and trying to find a place where I fit in. I was always different from everyone I met. Too white for the black kids and too black for the white kids. The only ones that seemed to understand me was my family and vice versa.
Truthfully I still struggle with these feelings from time to time and I have found that several of my family members have this same struggle. As I get older I am beginning to realize or understand that we aren't all made to fit in and it's OK if the only people that truly get/understand me share my DNA.
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