Remember that hot summer evening that I mentioned earlier? Here's that story:

July 31, 2001 is a date seared into my memory forever. A brief, but highly significant phone call from a stranger was my entry to the world of adoption reunion. One muggy, Southern California night, I received a mysterious phone call from a social worker at the agency that had handled my son’s adoption nearly 32 years earlier. A calm, motherly sounding voice quietly told me that my son was searching for me.

Her pronouncement pretty much silenced me in a heartbeat. For one of the rare moments in my life, I was rendered nearly speechless. From the moment the social worker told me that my son was searching for me, I "became" a birth mother. Of course, in actual fact, I had been a birth mom for many years, but, I had never embraced the role or even thought about the subject a great deal. Her powerful words penetrated my protective birth mom shell though and propelled me out of my safe "birth mother closet" in a flash.

Fast-forward four ½ years to the present. My son and I have visited with each other several times now though we live several states apart. Most of our contact now is via regular phone chats and we enjoy a warm and comfortable relationship. Maybe at some point, I will be able to get my son to chime in a bit with his perspective on our reunion.

From my personal experience with reunion and meeting others with similar stories, I have concluded that reunions between birth parents and their children
have amazing and wondrous possibilities. It is due to this passionate belief in what reunions can bring that I have become a strong advocate of adoption search and reunion. Even reunions that may not bring the best possible result have some ability to provide some peace, resolution and healing. Therefore, that’s why I’m here blogging about search and reunion.

Karen and I both have a great deal of information to share with you. We are eager to hear from you with questions, comments or suggestions. Hope to hear from you soon!