After having a conversation with my younger sister the other day, I learned that my mother (FINALLY!!!!!!) ordered her pre-adoption records. She was adopted at a month old from a hospital after her young natural mother was deemed too young and too unstable to take care of her. My mother received the papers in the mail and learned what her mother's name was after 48 years of not knowing a single shred of evidence about her biological mother except that she was Norwegian and her father may have been Native American. She now officially knows the woman's name, age at delivery, where she was from. I have been obsessed with learning my natural maternal heritage my entire life. It's odd the feeling that comes over you when you hear the name of someone you've been dying to discover. It's not what you expect. You imagine that the name will come to you like something that has been lost, that you missed it and it immediately clicks. The name seemed strange, foreign. But I am deliriously glad to know the name, only because it will fill in some gaps that for my entire life (and my mother's entire life) have remained a mystery. I don't expect to ever meet her, but for now, I am just thrilled to know.
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i am adopted and have never really looked for my biological parents. but i am glad that for you to know your family background that the blanks that are important to you are being filled in.
- sati769leigh
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