During that last year, I lost both my biological mother and adopted dad within a 4 month period. I was traveling between the two of them and helping to care for them however I could. It was grueling at times and with the rest of life happening, I rarely had time to let it all sink in. I was far too busy with the mechanics of getting through a given day to take a moment to feel what was happening…..
I was given up for adoption in 1968 with nearly the same amount of secrecy that is used to protect the nuclear launch codes around the identity of the individuals involved. Although I always knew I was adopted, I also knew that the likelihood of my finding my biological parents was pretty much zero, so I never bothered to ask, let alone actually search. Then, some passing comments made by my daughter’s pediatrician while I was having a meltdown in…..
Although being adopted wasn’t completely unique, I quickly realized that being adopted in the era that I was and finding my biological parents nearly on accident and developing the relationships we did, was absolutely unique. For a number of years, friends, family and acquaintances that heard the story always said, “what an incredible story! you should write a book!” It turns out that the story got a lot more interesting than just the headline of “adopted child finds biological parents”…..
Hello and welcome to all of my readers! I’m excited to share my story with all of you and walk you through not only my journey as an adoptee that found her biological parents, but also the journey of all of the messy life that happens before and after that that you don’t see on all of the adoption reunion shows. A little bit about me: I’m currently a married mother of two adult daughters and along with a successful…..