It’s really kind of funny that I aggressively jumped into the search for my birthmother, armed with a few names and a the place where I was born. My desire drove me fearlessly forward and as I mentioned before it wasn’t until I actually got David and then Nancy on the phone that anything other than the need to find my birthmother drove me on. When I actually got David on the phone I realized I hadn’t thought my plan out very well, and later I was fortunate that Aunt Nancy and I seemed to share an instant connection that put any awkwardness aside.
Timing is everything and I was very lucky that I reconnected with my Aunt Nancy a few weeks before my Birthmother was scheduled to the visit the States for the first time in several years. Corresponding with Nancy made the time pass quickly and life certainly had it’s own hustle and bustle to keep me busy, but before long the part of Leah’s visit that would take her to visit Nancy was here and there was nothing for me to do, but wait.
I knew when Leah and her husband were arriving at Nancy’s house, but what I didn’t know was when Nancy would tell her, so I had nothing to do but wait…and worry…
In retrospect it’s really kind of funny, but growing up everything I watched on television had indicated that most birthmothers don’t want to be found, but I hadn’t really considered that my birthmother would be one of those birthmothers until I was so close to being reconnected with her that it seemed inevitable. In the few short days from when Leah arrived at Nancy’s to when I would hear from her – I played every scenario possible through my mind. (I try to expect the best but prepare for the worst.) The absolute worst I could imagine is that after Leah’s visit, I would get a phone call from Nancy telling me that Leah didn’t want to be in touch with me and had indicated that she would rather not know anything about me at all. I wondered if Nancy and I would stay in touch if Leah didn’t want to get to know me.
It was Wednesday when the call came, and I will never forget it…
I taught the high school boy’s class at my church, and with the Bible in one hand and my hand on the doorknob I was getting ready to walk out the door for Wednesday night supper and class afterwards – the phone rang. I paused for just a minute to see who was calling and from the back of the house I heard a voice, it was a gentle voice, with a touch of a British accent. It was Leah.
Everything was forgotten then, as I turned my back on the door and went to answer the phone and talk to my Birthmother (who I prefer to just call my Mother) Leah.