Its been just over 3 weeks since I had first contact with my Birth Mom. (Wow, that totally makes it sound like some alien movie!) Anyway.....
I still can't believe it.
Years and years of searching, stress, wondering, fear, crying, freak outs, meltdowns, all over.
In one phone call. In a matter of minutes to establish who each other was. It was all over.
The first few days were a whirlwind. So much to process. So many emotions. So many questions to ask. So much to tell her. So much to learn.
Before this I had images of what this would be like. Envisioned out first phone call. Nothing went according to plan. When she did call, I couldn't think of a single thing to ask, I just sat down and cried into the phone, she cried more, and I cried more, we could barely understand each other.
This is only the beginning.
The beginning of finding out who she is.
The beginning of figuring out our relationship.
The beginning of a whole new giant chapter in my life.
But you know what? This does not just affect me.
It affects my entire family, my husband, my parents, my siblings, and my children.
Especially my son I gave up for adoption. Who understands adoption so much more then my younger two boys. My son who is following slowly behind me down this road. Hopefully for him it wont be as stressful as mine as we already know each other and have a relationship. But he's still there. Following behind. Wondering where his bloodline leads.
Thank you to my Mom and Dad who have been there for me through all of this. Helped me through all of this. Always there for me, even for all my freak outs and stressed out moments. Through all the good times and bad times. Such amazing parents. I am blessed to be their daughter.
Thank you to everyone who has been there for me during all of this. All the ups and downs. All the stress induced meltdowns of the search. My overjoy when I finally got that phone call. Thank you for continuing to be by my side during this new journey.