My birth father

OK so I couldn't help but wonder, what did he want from me?
The few days I had to wait to meet with the social worker my parents and I were a bit worried about his reasons for looking for me. Maybe he was looking for a way to get back with my birth mother, maybe he was a loser a needed money. I know that sounds pretty bad but I'd never heard of a birth father to come looking for his kid, they usually got involved after the birth mother contacted them, so I heard. My parents were worried too, I'm sure they had all sorts of bad scenarios going through their heads.
Well, the big day arrives, Steve (my now husband) and I drive to Ann Arbor to meet with the social worker. I was soooo nervous I can't even tell you! Unless you've ever been in that situation or something very similar I can't compair it to anything else. All my life I had ideas about my birth parents, mostly my mother, and now I was going to find out the truth.
The social worker take us to her office and she's very nice; I wish I could remember her name, maybe it will come to me. She sits us down and asks me how I feel about this and what my thoughts are. Of course I tell her I've been a bit worried about what he wants from me. She gives me a letter he wrote to me and I read it.
First of all it's addressed to Sara, which is the name my birth mom gave to me when I was born, then he tells me his story of my birth. He was a friend of the family and had a crush on my mom which he said she did too, she was 20 he was 29. It was labor day weekend and they were both at a party, they come from a very small town. She needed a ride home, he had a car, one thing led to another and here I am. They never dated, he was 9 years older than her and worked with my grandfather. If my grandfather had found out he'd probably been pretty pissed. So the story goes, my mom realized she was pregnant and went to tell him, somehow he thought she needed money for an abortion so he gave her a couple hundred dollars and she left.
Shortly after that he got a job in Tennessee. After my mom had me she contacted him and told him she had a beautiful baby girl and named me Sara and that a doctor and his wife had adopted me. (my dad wasn't a Dr, I don't know who said that) So that was that, life went on.
To be continued......

family reunion tomorrow

Tomorrow is a family reunion with my birth mothers family. She is the oldest of nine so it's a big reunion at a Holiday Inn. I'll tell you all about it someday.............
I'll be back ......

In the begining......

My mom and dad got married for the first and only time at 32 and 41. In the 60's that was "late in life", so after a couple years of not getting pregnant they decided to try adopting. My older brother was adopted at 2 years old, then a year or so later my parents adopted me as an infant. Low and behold my mom got pregnant and had my brothers 1 1/2 years after adopting me, then came my little sister 5 years after me. Five kids! Yikes!
I had a great childhood, not perfect, but whose is. My parents never kept it a secret that my brother and I were adopted, they made us feel special. As I got older I became curious about my birth parents and my mom was not too thrilled to talk about it, even though she really didn't have much information anyway. When I became 18 I contacted the adoption agency and gave my permission to give out my information if my birth parents ever came looking for me.
Five years later.......I still remember coming home from my boyfriends (now my husband) on a Friday night and my mom tells me I had a phone message. She seemed a bit apprehensive telling me this. I called the number and it was the answering machine for the adoption agency..........and of course it's Friday night, after hours, so I have to wait the whole weekend to find out what this is about!!!!!
I knew the only reason for them to be calling was that someone wanted to contact me, I was on pins and needles. Monday morning I call, the social worker tells me that my birthfather contacted them and wanted to get in touch with me. Well, to be honest I never gave him any thought, I wanted to meet my birth mom. I just assumed he wouldn't feel much of a loss like I assumed a mother would.

My new blog

I've started this blog to talk about my adoption reunion with my birth parents, my life with my adopted family and my life in general.
If you have any comments or questions please feel free to post to me.

Some background on me: I was adopted as an infant and have an older brother, also adopted, two younger brothers and a little sister (these 3 are biological to my parents). I met my birth parents when I was 23, 18 years ago. I've been married for 14 years and with my husband for 22 years. We have two beautiful daughters, 8 and 10.
I hope someone finds this interesting and maybe even helpful if you are going through a reunion yourself.
Celia