After much procrastinating, dithering, as well as fits and starts I mailed the documents today that could quite possibly locate my birth family. As I’ve written before I’ve always wondered who I looked like, sounded like, acted like…maybe it’s someone in my family (meaning the family I grew up in), maybe it’s someone who shares my DNA; whichever, I’ve always wondered.
My first attempt at searching was 20 years ago. Long story short, I received a message from my birth mom via the agency I was adopted from that my birth mother was glad to hear that I had had a good life, she had no regrets, and often prayed for me. She also stated she was hesitant to meet because she had a son that was about to graduate high school that didn’t know about me and she didn’t want to introduce any potential drama at that pivotal point in his life. I fully understood, respected her wishes and remained anonymous.
My next attempt was about two years ago. I fell for the glam of a search agency and was highly disappointed in their shenanigans save for one thing; they gave me the clue that led to the documents I mailed today.
Now I wait…some more. That’s o.k. I’ve waited a long time. I am a bit anxious though because not only will I learn about my biological family, but they will learn about me. In my mind I had always fixated on just finding my birth mother; I’d really like to meet her and have a conversation; it never dawned on me I could potentially meet siblings, cousins, aunts, uncles. It’s both enthralling and terrifying.
Thinking about a photo to include in this post I chose this one:
Thinking about a tag for this post, this photo made me think “vintage”, which made me feel old, until I realized vintage is cool.
In the same folder as that photo was this one:
To whom do I owe my awesome posing skills? And will they want to take credit :)?
UPDATE: To give you a feel for this process I thought I’d share the following: I emailed the person who will be helping with my search that I had snail mailed the search documents to her. She responded that it may take a bit longer for things to get to her as she is….out of the country. Good thing I know how to be patient.