Upon arriving home absolutely bushed from ‘Fire Mountain’ I had a special delivery letter waiting for me on my desk. I knew immediately what it was even before reading the info on it. When I opened it I saw I did contain the biographical letter I have been expected from my birth mother and the form (I will send tomorrow over night delivery) for direct contact approval by me. The information I read has me reeling. Although very emotional I feel extremely positive about continuing on toward making contact with my birth mother. It has taken me until this point today to feel together enough to write a bit about it.
A lot of the letter I’d like to keep private, medical information and some personal feelings, but I’ll give you all the general low down and now some specifics. As every adopted child hopes that someone out there misses them, my birth mother misses me still. Its actually comforting in a strange and totally self-centered way. She did worry about me and whether she had made the right decision. Its a gift to be able to share with her the wonderful childhood I did have to ease her fears.
What have I learned?
– My birth parents never married and have no contact (I guess I’ll find more out later)
– My birth mother did marry an RCMP officer but divorced 15 years ago
– I have two younger half-brothers, JP (John-Paul) who is moving to Alberta to work in the oil fields with his wife and son and new daughter (call me uncle Mike), and Phil who has a degree in Theatre Arts and has acted in various plays (Surprise! Another actor in the family)
– My maternal grandmother, recently deceased, was a war bride from Amsterdam so I have family there, in Belgium and England
– My birth mother is an accounting/payroll clerk at the town hall where she lives, she is also executive secretary and a volunteer firefighter for the local fire department. (I have also done this)
– She loves to laugh, read science fiction, watch movies and listens to classic rock and heavy metal (all things I like too!)
I finally know that I was born at 7:44 am (I always knew the date [August 5, 1969] just not the time) and that I spent three days with my birth mother and that her friend smuggled a camera into the hospital for her to take my picture at 1 day old which she still has!
As you can see. So far so good. I am feeling emotions I’ve never felt before so I don’t even know what to call them yet…
Bear with me.