I cannot honestly believe we're hitting the three year anniversary of Connor joining our happy family. Its been quite the adventure!
I'll have a full post closer to the actual dates of things happening, but it still amazes me how little and frankly how delayed and what I call "behind the eight ball" he really was.
We have our final post placement report meeting the weekend of Labor Day.
Three years.
Wow.
The Next Step in life is often the most frightening. This is my attempt to understand it, think it through and move on to the next.
Monday, August 17, 2009
Saturday, August 15, 2009
Continuing the Saga
So I got my original birth certificate in the mail. I now know what my original name is. Thank you parents for changing it. Seriously. My time of birth is on there, too.
So is my birth mothers name.
I contacted an intermediary who got in contact with my birth mother. I wanted to respect her space and her life as much as possible.
It took a couple of weeks to finally connect with her. But the bottom line is: she wants no contact. I'm not upset. Resigned, but not upset. It also doesn't mean that I can't contact my half brother and sister in a decade or so. I now know who they are and where they are.
Emotions? Honestly, since I've known that I've always been adopted, I had very few emotions about it. I've accepted long ago who I am and who my real parents are. This woman may have given birth to me but honestly, I was only interested in finding out weird things like: who to blame for my insanely thick and curly hair.
I have my family here. My fabulous husband and cute and sassy son. I have parents that are wonderful and a sister who is crazy (in a good way). I have an extended family that is amazing. There's SOO many of them.
She didn't answer the questions I had, but maybe someday I'll get the answers.
So is my birth mothers name.
I contacted an intermediary who got in contact with my birth mother. I wanted to respect her space and her life as much as possible.
It took a couple of weeks to finally connect with her. But the bottom line is: she wants no contact. I'm not upset. Resigned, but not upset. It also doesn't mean that I can't contact my half brother and sister in a decade or so. I now know who they are and where they are.
Emotions? Honestly, since I've known that I've always been adopted, I had very few emotions about it. I've accepted long ago who I am and who my real parents are. This woman may have given birth to me but honestly, I was only interested in finding out weird things like: who to blame for my insanely thick and curly hair.
I have my family here. My fabulous husband and cute and sassy son. I have parents that are wonderful and a sister who is crazy (in a good way). I have an extended family that is amazing. There's SOO many of them.
She didn't answer the questions I had, but maybe someday I'll get the answers.
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