Tuesday, June 3rd, was my birth-mother’s 77th birthday. I called her for the very first time on Tuesday, April 15, 2014 (the day she gave social services permission to share her personal/contact information with me), and again on Friday, April 18th. After that week, I didn’t call again for a while – actually, until her birthday. There were several reasons I didn’t call – just to name a few: 1) I was afraid what I might say in casual conversation would unintentionally hurt her; 2) She might be sad when I shared about my life and how wonderful it was; 3) I was worried that by not calling her “mom,” it might hurt her feelings.
When I called to wish her a Happy Birthday, although I was a bit nervous, I decided not to think about what I was saying and just talk. I am so tickled to report that all my fears were just that – MY FEARS! She was so sweet and funny. We talked about so many things – and absolutely nothing I said bothered her one bit. We talked for about two hours (I think).
It’s funny – when you grow up knowing you’re adopted, you never consider heredity in your everyday life. Don’t get me wrong, I didn’t worry about it, I just never considered it. The first thing I think about when I chat with my birth-mother is heredity. If she says something that reminds me of me, I giggle. I think, WOW! I do that too!!!!
What a wild adventure….I am incredibly blessed!