I think it’s time to try and find my birth mother.
I’m ready to open up that door that has remained shut all these years. Think it’s time to answer the questions that have stayed with me my entire life. I’ve written about her before, drawing great response from readers with similar stories.
But I can’t stop thinking about my birth mom. Not out of wistfulness or regret, for I love my life and the opportunities I’ve been given. I have been blessed with so much.
It’s not a constant preoccupation, not at all. I just know that feeling is back again. Maybe it’s because my birthday is coming up in a few weeks.
My family has never pestered me about this one way or the other, always leaving the decision to me.
I suspect once they find out, the response will be, “what took you so long?”
I wish there was an app for this, a Google search that would answer all my questions. I wish it were that easy.
No, I expect it to be difficult. And still in the back of my mind, I wonder if I’m ready to accept the answers from what this will reveal.
But I at least have to try, before it’s too late.