This is the 4th installment of a series I'm writing about being found by the child I placed for adoption. If you missed the previous entries you can check them out here, Entry One, Entry Two and Entry Three.
As we talk on the phone and text I see the similarities
between us. There is no mistaking it, she is my daughter. We share more than just hair color and fair skin, we are
alike in so many ways it floors me. She is amazing in every way to me. I feel
like I’ve known her all along which is strange because we’re just getting to
know each other and there is much about her I’ve yet to discover. I wonder if
she feels the same about me?
From the very beginning when she found me she expressed an
interest in meeting in person. I am so relieved by this. For years when I would
daydream about what it would be like to be found I had the fear that it would
only be to find out what her medical history was and that would be all. When
she actually did find me the reality of it was something I never dared to let
myself imagine. She wants us to be a part of her life. She wants to be part of
our lives. Sometimes I can’t believe how incredibly blessed I am. This feels like a miracle.
We have planned a trip to meet not only her and her
husband, but the wonderful people who raised her. How amazing is that? Such
love and selflessness has surrounded this child as she grew, I can hardly wait
to meet the people who raised her. They must be amazing too. In 8 days, just
slightly over a week, Monkey and I will load up and drive down to see her! The
anticipation I feel is so intense sometimes I find myself just tapping my foot
anxiously as if that will speed up time. This is not just a trip, it's the beginning of a journey she and I will take together.
And while there is the anticipation and joy, I'm a little nervous about it as well. I pray that she will like me. I pray that Monkey will do well on the trip. I pray that any fear and nervousness felt on the part of her and her family will be eased. I pray...
This is a new beginning…
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