Years went by since I tried to find information about my birth parents. I lived in Virginia when I went to St. Joseph’s with my mother, and left the letter giving my permission for them to release my information to my birth parents if they so desired.
One day the phone rang. It was mom. She said “are you sitting down”? Hmm. This might be interesting. I wasn’t alarmed because she didn’t sound upset. “Go ahead mom – I’m sitting down.”
YOUR BIRTH MOTHER IS LOOKING FOR YOU.
What a rush it is to hear those words. A million things go through your mind. Now what? Whoa – am I READY for this?
Finally – my birth mother had contacted St. Joe’s. They looked in my file and there was the letter I had left years ago. The contact information I had left indicated my phone and address in Virginia. I had moved back to Pennsylvania and never thought to update it. Luckily, they had my parents phone number and they called them and told them the news. I was to call St. Joe’s.
So, I called – and yes, it was true. My birth mother wished to have contact. It was a Wednesday. I was to wait until Friday for her call.
Really? They tell you this BIG news, then make you wait. They STILL wouldn’t tell me anything about her. I didn’t even know where she would be calling me from, or what time.
So, I waited.