Later that evening, after I had changed the message on my answering machine, Nancy called back. I explained to her, as I had explained to David, that I had reason to believe that Leah was my birthmother. However, awkward the experience with David had been it was completely undone by my conversation with Nancy.
She confirmed that Leah was my birthmother and that she was now married to an Englishman and living in England. (Confirming the suspicions that I had developed the minute that I heard that one of David’s sisters lived in England. She admitted that from time to time she had wondered how I was and if I would ever pop back up. However, once we had resolved that I was in fact, Leah’s daughter all formality and awkwardness seemed to slide away.
Nancy and I talked on the phone for quite a while. She told me about her life – she was married with a beautiful daughter who is just a little younger than I am. We talked about interests that we shared – we both loved to read and to cook. In no time at all, Nancy had completely accepted me as her niece. To this day, her complete acceptance of me and the unconditional love she extended to me is still one of the great miracles of my life – she is my Aunt Nancy.
Though we talked for quite a while, it wasn’t until the conversation started to wind down that we started to talk about Leah. Nancy said that she didn’t want to tell her via letter, email, etc. and as luck would have it, Leah and her husband were coming to the States for the first time in several years. Nancy would tell her about me then and let Leah decide what she wanted to do. In the meantime we exchanged email and snail mail addresses.
Just like that, I had an Aunt Nancy!
If I’d had any doubt about the very real connection that Aunt Nancy and I had made, it was only solidified over the next several weeks. We emailed frequently, chatty emails about the goings on in our lives, and I even got a package in the mail from her! It was full of little things that showed me that she was taking all of my likes and dislikes to heart and she was thinking of me. I cried as I went through the contents and found a newspaper clipping about Brett Favre in the box, someone we shared an interest in (don’t judge me! LOL!).
I had an Aunt Nancy and now there was nothing to do but wait until Leah got here to see if I would have a Birthmother too.