Sharing my birth mother experience (and all the blank pages of trying to finish my book) has taken a wonderfully exciting new turn. I have been reunited with my son. This summer has been an amazing gift of having multiple visits and conversations with the young man I have been dreaming about for over 20 years. All of the pain, tears, heartache and endless wondering has been replaced by true gratitude and humility for the blessing of being "found".
Our reunion started with a text! I was so completely flabbergasted by his message that my brain couldn't wrap itself around the idea that he was actually contacting me. Thankfully, he gathered his courage only a few minutes later and made the phone call. I had left my contact information with the adoption agency many years ago, hoping and praying, that he would one day come looking for it. There we were, each of us nervous and not knowing exactly what to say next, doing our best to grab onto this moment and make it count. To my surprise, he would be travelling that weekend with his mom and siblings right through our town and he was very willing to meet in person. We sat and talked, laughed and cried as we shared our experiences surrounding this one amazing person we had in common. With his mom and siblings, and my husband and son we have together, we all had a great time getting to know each other. It was a full circle moment that is so hard to put in to words.
The book is still patiently waiting for me to figure it all out. Now, our combined experiences contain a story of faith, courage, hope and love that has to be shared. I pray I can pull it together!
