On May 10th, 2015, at approximately 4 am, I finalized my search for my birth mother.
Today is June 2nd, 2015. The e-mail was sent at 9:51 this morning. I received it at 3:41 this afternoon.
It was a strange morning. I rarely check my e-mail as I wake up. I rarely check my e-mail at all, only if I’m expecting something, and I wasn’t expecting this.
I have some GOOD NEWS!!
Good news indeed. As each word registered, I pulled myself up to a sitting position. My eyes awoke, becoming more alert. I reached the bottom of the message, and started from the top again. I carefully read each word, rereading sentences that were unclear, and forcing myself to take my time, lest I skip a crucial word and misinterpret the whole thing.
Her birth mother contacted us today!!!!!!
… I’m left speechless… Save for the shouting I did to wake my boyfriend and tell him the GOOD NEWS!! She’s alive… She’s alive and she has contacted them, and they are contacting me. This feels so surreal. This must be a dream, but I was awake. My boyfriend was awoken. This was not a dream.
Her birth mother told me that she will write letter.
She’s going to write me a letter now?! She’s alive, and she’s going to write me a letter. She wants to say something to me. The anticipation of this letter will plague my existence until the day it arrives. I don’t even know how long it will take for the letter to arrive. It took me almost a month to write my mother my letter. It all came out at once, but in my head, scattered about, were mounds of crumpled up pages with half a letter here, and another half there.
Before this sentence, I could only think of the words as I read them and recited them. Now, my head filled with questions about what comes next.
Can I write back again?
What will she say to me?
How long will this take?
Will she send me a picture of her?
Is she happy?
What’s her husband like?
….
…Calm down…
I spent the last three and a half weeks preparing for a year long wait. I braced myself for the harshest of news. I built a stronghold around my heart so it could not break under any circumstances… and now she wants to write me a letter. A whole new journey has opened up for me. And as I say to my friends, It’s good to have goals.
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I could not have hoped for a better outcome, and to receive it today, after such an anxiety and self-hatred riddled yesterday, it is a blessing. It was a sign. I made selfish decisions for my own mental health, and did not feel guilty about them. My heart prayed today without solid words or thoughts, but it was prayer nonetheless. I cried with joy, in sobs that wrinkled my face and smoothed my soul. Today was a blessing.
My future on this journey is uncertain. And for my readers, if you are going through this as well, you are not alone. Your family and friends may find it hard to understand. You may know other adoptees who do not know your thirst for answers, knowledge, or understanding. This is not a journey for anyone other than yourself, so do not keep their judgments with you. You know what you are searching for, even if you can’t name it. You feel what your heart feels, outside of words and expression. And it is confusing. This is a difficult journey…
… Just know, you’re not alone.