Adopted but Not Forgotten

Dennis and I are heading off later today to go visit my birth mom. Yep, I said “birth mom”. I was adopted as an infant. 

About 20 years ago I decided I needed to find and meet her. So, the search began. I had been carrying around a form to fill out and send in to an online search for birth parents and adoptees. I filled it out and sent it in. Then the wait began.

Apparently, the only way for a match was if both mom and child sent the information in. I figured I had a long shot at finding her at best. BUT a couple short weeks later I got my information. I was genuinely surprised. It was exciting to know I was adopted but not forgotten. Me in my adopted mom (Fern Hann's) arms in the picture.

Now, what to do? Didn’t want to freak her out by calling her so wrote her a letter and telling her all she needed to know about me, just in case she didn’t want to write me back. She did write me back and I eventually went up to meet her.

I Was Adopted – The Hard Choice

She is an awesome lady. She made a hard choice putting me up for adoption but I am positive it was the best choice for both of us at the time. I have enjoyed getting to know her from a distance. I have only met her twice. This will be my 3rd time and it’s been about 12 years since I was there last time.Wasn't I cute as a baby.

BUT here is the odd part. She never gave that company her information. In fact, she had never told a single person about me. Even her husband was quite shocked and surprised when my letter arrived. I was adopted but no one knew.

To this day we have no clue how our information got entered in the data base. I have decided it is just one of those mysteries of life. Someone wanted us to find each other. My theory is it’s just one of those “God Things”. We were meant to know each other. I was adopted but God knew where I was all along.

I Was Adopted – The Reunion

Had a wonderful reunion with my birth mom June. She was so surprised when I walked in. I loved the look on her face. I even got a chance to visit with my brother, Gary. What a treat. I am so glad I came. June has had a ton of health problems lately. I am glad I didn't put it off until it was too late.

I have 2 brothers named Gary. One adopted brother and one birth brother. THAT doesn't happen very often.

June is just the sweetest lady around. She had a stroke recently and struggles a bit with her words but her smile tells it all. She often says "yessss", "righttttt" or "noooo". It was quite cute. It was really good to know that even tho I was adopted, I was definitely never forgotten!

It's interesting to me since I was adopted to look at some one besides my children or grandchildren and see similarities. It is something most people take for granted. It was fun to hear June say things like you look just like your brother John. I could even see where I got my smile. It was fascinating. I was adopted but I look like someone. Awesome feeling.

It was so hard to leave. It felt like I was losing something I finally had. Unfortunately, we live 12 hours away so I can't just pop over and visit. I definitely don't want this to be the last time I see her. She is just too precious for that. I was adopted but never forgotten.

Have a fantastic day and be sure to treasure those you love, 

Charyl aka Mom8isme