I know WHAT was just said but it hasn’t sunk in WHO it was with…
I spent a lifetime dreaming, three weeks in suspense and here we are.
investigating. connecting dots. searching. asking questions. playing detective. a lot of this I had set out for yet it also fell into my lap.
i have written many blog posts “to her”… and as I write this one I can’t believe I know she will read it. on purpose. most importantly, I can tell her. I can call her. I can text her. I can update her.
she revealed our story to my ears. mother to daughter, daughter to mother… she opened her heart. she gave me answers. she asked her questions. I heard sadness and relief. I felt grateful and thanked her.
she loves me. she thinks about me. she misses me. she is proud of me. all of this I officially know and is no longer a segway to find peace or distraction to make sense of what I never knew.
we laughed the same laugh. we shared our strengths and weaknesses. she updated me on current life and explained her past. we both loved dolly’s and playing teacher. we both struggled with our academics. we both have wavy hair. all in 2 hours. I didn’t want to stop talking and I didn’t want to stop listening.
to know her biggest struggle was my biggest blessing. I told her, yet I can’t reiterate enough, that she changed my life. she may not believe me yet but I will help her to find the confidence to truly believe that. her decision to place set me up for success, love, strength, hope. sometimes it can be hard to see that but I am proof that that is the case.
so much i want to divulge about our conversation but i’m guarding it with my whole heart. so many hearts involved. so many eyes reading. so many emotions unfolding. reality starting to sink in.
we are both open. open to see what’s next. open to navigate this new beginning with each other.
I found her. I found my birth mother.
when I give Brooklyn my blessing to find her bio family when she is ready, like you gave us, I want to reassure her to never forget me. never forget our inside jokes, nicknames, favorite time of day to cuddle. I want her to know she can always lean on me if the road to her biological past gets bumpy, blurry or seems untouchable.
through my journey, I never want you two to feel like i’m forgetting you. that i am needing something more. nothing will ever be replaced. nothing will be lost. never forgotten.
I have never been more grateful for the life you have given me. the opportunities because of your endless love and huge hearts. the lessons I learned through trial and error and through your stories and experiences, will trickle down to my kids, biological or adopted.
mom, I want to be exactly like you. you were my best friend. I was scared as hell of you because you were so strong + independent + vocal. you were strict but loving. you were protective. you have been gone for almost 18 years, more than half my life, and I still can remember the softness of your hands and they way you wiped your mouth during meals.
dad, I look up to you. your passion to live for other people above yourself is a quality that’s inspiring. you bend over backwards for people and never expect anything in return. you know how rare that is especially these days, right? you have taught me to never give up even when all the health and emotional obstacles hit me like a ton of bricks. you have been a huge advocate when I was struggling in school and my rock when i got my heart broken for the first time. being left to raise two teens girls on your own was no easy task but you always stood tall and loved so big. the love that you have shown Brooklyn is nothing short of natural and welcoming.
no matter where this road leads me, to immediate blood or farther down the lineage, it’s because of you guys and the way you raised me that I can handle what’s ahead of me. you have taught me and prepared me for this part of my life. I will still need you; I will still want you, whether long distance over the phone or through my prayers to heaven.
you both are literally impossible to replace now and forever.
to be welcomed. to be encouraged. to be informed. to be supported. to be validated. those were what I dreamt of when looking for my biological family. although never something I expected, especially on or near my birthday. the past few weeks my mind as been consumed with the potential of a biological mother especially with Mother’s Day nearing as well as my mom’s anniversary of when she passed. the thought of finding or even connecting with my birth father side seemed impossible and a thought that quickly left my mind as it entered.
Ancestry was one of the stepping stones that began my journey. 2016 I bought a kit to find my ethnicity. never thought it would be the link to a part of my heritage that I thought was impossible to find and there it was. an entire family within arms reach of me. searching and looking for the connections between me and them. I had been in minimal contact with one of my highest matches off and on since Feb of this year. a man already offering me information that may be helpful yet I had no feedback to give since mine was so limited. Fast forward to last week.
April 17, 2018 my life changed forever. After being encouraged to log back onto my account after a few months away, I dove head first into the researching centimorgans, clicking back n forth between profiles, looking at maps, searching names on google. everything starting to fall into place. this man, the man behind my highest match is my biological uncle likely on my fathers side! can you believe it?! 6 days into knowing this and I still cannot. I bluntly contacted him and told him that I had a strong belief he was my uncle and his dad is my grandfather. his response, “call me!” if you know me, you know I am not one to just pick up the phone but I didn’t think twice! shaking with nerves within minutes of talking everything seemed so natural. he was very open to helping me connect the dots. we talked timelines, siblings, cities, dates.
this family owes me nothing. this family already has given me more than I could have ever asked. the time. the effort. the excitement. the welcome.
I got to meet this wonderful man, and his family. stunned by our resemblances. mesmerized by our comfort level. fascinated by the instant connection.
my newly found uncle and son sat in the middle of Starbucks yesterday and sang me ‘happy birthday’ with a wooden toy cake in front of me. never would have imagined this would unfold let alone on my birthday!
the story keeps unfolding. keeps evolving. more hearts invested. more stories connecting…
to be continued.
“I learned that courage was not the absences of fear but the triumph over it.”
when I started this blog and created the title, “A Full Circle,” going full circle from my adoption to adopting. the full circle continues to go around as recently I have decided to make a choice I never thought I’d make.
i’ve never felt empty. yearning to know. never felt neglected or helpless. i can say I only have less than a handful of times in my life that i really wanted to know my biological roots. simple, basic information, not real reunion. I don’t even know how much I weighed or the time of my birth; the details I have of Brooklyn’s. the time i remember the most was soon after my mom traumatically passed away in 2000. i was going through the processes of grief, reaching out for something/someone to fix my pain. cure the trauma. bring her back. I felt empty, mostly because she was my best friend. I was literally obsessed with my mom, my sis can validate that.
after some time, I honestly can’t give an accurate timeframe here, I was able to pin point that the thought of searching, reaching out, was a bandaid; to fix my mom’s death; to bring her back. I didn’t feel right about continuing the search at that point. so back to the furthest back burner it went.
recently I have been so submerged into the adoption world- working with adoption, my sister finding her biological family via ancestry, a best friend is reliving it again, I am discovering little details regarding Brooklyn’s biological family…
I’m learning that I am eager to know more about me and where I come from. I want to know these details just as much as I want to know Brooklyns; her heritage. her siblings. her family outside of ours. because her family exists outside of us.
this has been one of the hardest post for me to write because my mind is still trying to wrap around all of this. wrap around the idea that I am “ready” to take this next step. that the unknown may or may not be revealed. fear of rejection. fear of acceptance. hard truths. reality. I am so excited yet so fearful mainly because for 33 years I have been more than okay with not knowing yet here I am ready to find out. I keep reminding myself that it is okay that I am changing my mind and it is okay if I want to stop the search.
I can’t wait to write and share this journey of finding my biological family with whomever wants to follow. I think this may be a very important story to tell for any side of the triad- birth parents, adoptive parents and adult adoptees.