Tomorrow I leave for a remote town in Oklahoma where I finally get to meet my 'birth' aunt... Sorry I guess that does need a little explanation! Simply put I am adopted. My real mother was only 15 when she became pregnant. My father is unknown and honestly never even knew my mom was pregnant or that I was born so that's a bit odd. To make matters worse my mother was a druggie. ANYWAY, at the same time my adoptive parents had received the news that my adoptive mother was barren and they began the insane work of trying to adopt an overseas child.
My adoptive mother is a nursing teacher and had a friend who was also a teacher. When she found out the sad news that she could not bear children she mentioned it in a letter to her friend. Her friend read the letter out loud in class. One of the students in that class was a girl with a scared 15 year old sister who was planning to put her baby up for adoption. And so through God, phone calls to my birth aunt and real mother, and lots of late nights it was worked out that when I was born my adoptive parents would get the call to come up to the emergency room. At 2 days old I came home with my adoptive parents.
I grew up knowing I was adopted from day one. I went through the phase where I thought everyone was adopted (got me in trouble in pre-school when I informed another child they were adopted and they asked their parents what it meant that they were adopted and…

Anyway, my adoptive mother and my birth aunt have always stayed in touch. When it finally came the time when I wanted to meet my real mother we talked to my birth aunt and found out that my real mother moved to Hawaii 7 years ago to grow pot and no one had heard from her since but my birth aunt (who isn't screwed up like my real mom) is going to meet us so we can talk and hang out. I have to say that as excited as I am it is a weird feeling. I still love my real mother but sometimes it is indescribably hard to think and wonder if she even remembers having me or if the drugs have destroyed her mind so much that she has forgotten her first born. She had a son when I was 3, my half brother Rex, she took him with her when she moved to Hawaii. I am blessed knowing that she loved me enough not to have me grow up with her like Rex did. He had a terrible childhood and had to raise himself a lot of the time. Even in knowing this still I miss her and wish that someday, somehow I can get to know her.
Anyway, I can't wait to head out tomorrow!! I will try and tell you all about it when I have the chance. We will be gone all weekend but we will be at a hotel. I don't know if it has wireless internet though so I will have to see how that plays out!!
Thanks for reading and sharing in my excitement.