Yesterday I received some amazing news. About five to six months ago, I searched for the agency my adopted family had worked with. It was called Texas Cradle Society, and was being the operative word here, they are no longer in business. What the state of Texas has done is created a huge database where one submits his/her information and if the other party does so, they match you. There also is a small fee included, around $35, and the rest is a waiting game. I submitted my info and never looked back.
Since I had not heard anything, I decided to look into organizations that played more active roles in searching for birth families. Two days later after I had contacted these organizations, I got a phone call from the state of Texas. Apparently they are working on my file, and here goes the surprising news; my birth mom had contacted the TCS (Texas Cradle Society) 21 years ago interested in me. Words do not describe how it felt to hear that, to know that she did look back and wondered about me. But the news does not stop here. I had been aware that I had siblings, three in fact, a brother and two sisters, all older than me. So to my surprise, I found out yesterday that I was not the only one my birth family gave up for adoption. One of my older sisters was also put up for adoption through the same agency, just like me. How can I put into words to hear that life-altering moment. To know that I was never completely alone in this and that I have a sister out there who can relate to my situation?! Never in a million years did I even consider that I was not the only one. To know that I could have this possible connection with this one person.
Needless to say, yesterday was a very emotional day. The lady who I spoke with on the phone about my file, was helpful but she was also honest. She warned me that this would be a long process, and not to get my hopes up. She did say that my mom may not be alive and that when she did try to reconnect 21 years ago that she did not have a support system.
I will say though, that it was comforting to know that she did think about me, or should I say us since she gave up two children, and that she wanted a connection. It is also a comfort to know that I am not alone. In other words, that I have a sister out there who is just like me, in the regards of being put up for adoption.
The emotions though are a whole other thing to handle. I went from hope, to shock, to joy, then back to hope. I know I was warned to not get my hopes up, but in the end I can always pray for a miracle. And in the end it is in God's hands.