It started with Hello...
I told him that I was sure that this phone call came as a shock out of the clear blue...he told me that once he heard the message, he did not hesitate to call...he just immediately hit redial! He and his family had been out all day and had just arrived home...and as for the e mails...he never got them. Those e mail addresses were no longer active. The Six Degrees of Separation had been up for 11 years, and he never got a hit off it...when it came time to renew it, which was just the week before, he and his wife decided that they would not do that...the site would be up for another week and after that it would cease to exist. Now, I knew that this was some kind of miracle...this was meant to be, exactly at this moment in our lives.
I asked if he would like to hear my story...and I told him all the basic information of being in love at 17 years old...pregnant at 17 years old...confused at 17 years old. I gave him the lawyers name and told him what hospital he was born in...I admitted that it took me till just the other day to remember his birth date, I explained about my "friend" on facebook and how my heart had popped open with the date on the morning of the 8th...I told him my story...getting these facts out of myself...he sat listening on the other end.
When I finished I asked if he had any questions...Yes, he said. What religion would you have put on your paperwork? What religion?...I laughed a little, really in 1969 I would not say that I would of been active in any church...but, it would of either of been Methodist, as a kid I had joined that church...quite honestly because my friend, Janet went there and we went to church camp together in the summer...OR it could of been Presbyterian...because, after Janet moved away every one else that I was friends with went to that church if they weren't Catholic. Methodist, he said...you put down Methodist.
This seemed to be the only bit of information he had about me...He knew that it was a private adoption, done through lawyers...he knew that I was 18 years old at the time of relinquishment...he knew I was from Rochester, New York...he knew I was Methodist. His parents told him he was adopted around the time he was 11 years old...and they made sure that he knew that not only did they love him, but that I did also. He placed me in his heart and carried me there, he said. It made me cry again...because that is where he was placed within me all these years.
He asked if I would hold for a moment as his family was coming in the house...certainly I would. It was then that he said..."You are never going to believe who I am talking to...I am talking to my Mother...my real Mother...my birth mother". There was all sorts of screaming and excitement in the background...GRANDMA PEANUT? You are really talking to GRANDMA PEANUT. Who was grandma peanut, I thought to myself? But the excitement in the background made me smile...it made me laugh...it made me happy. What is her name I heard his wife say...I need to google her! Ah...the "stalking" could now take place on their end! He came back on line and said...sorry about that, you already have a name here...YOU are Grandma Peanut! It seemed that when he explained to his children that he was adopted, I was given the name Grandma Peanut, because a fetus is small like a peanut and he grew in another Mothers' belly. A Mother who loved him but could not care for him, so their grandparents...his parents... who could not have children, would raise him and love him for her. I had always been in their prayers..."And God bless Grandma Peanut wherever she is, may we meet her some day soon". I was overwhelmed with happiness...I was a member of the family, and I did not even know it.
There was so much more to our conversation that night...we talked for almost 4 hours! I was finally feeling totally drained...both emotionally and physically as was he and we ended our conversation for the evening...I told him that I loved him...that I always had and that I always would, he told me that he loved me too. There was so much more to say, we would talk soon and I would E mail him at the proper address now that I had that.
After I got off the phone...I was so emotional...my youngest son, who lives with me, must of over heard me crying and came and asked me what was going on...I told him, about finding my first born...He was happy for me...he hugged me and laughingly said..." HOO-HOO....I have a brother...I have an older brother...not that I didn't know that...but now I really have an older brother". He and I sat in the living room talking till 4 in the morning...
After I got off the phone...I was so emotional...my youngest son, who lives with me, must of over heard me crying and came and asked me what was going on...I told him, about finding my first born...He was happy for me...he hugged me and laughingly said..." HOO-HOO....I have a brother...I have an older brother...not that I didn't know that...but now I really have an older brother". He and I sat in the living room talking till 4 in the morning...
It was Sunday, May 11, 2012...it was Mother's Day.
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