Adoption Story – Part 5

I have been in Green Bay since Wednesday night.  Mom went into the hospital the day after I arrived.  She had another surgery and now she is at home resting until God calls her home.  For the entire time she was in the hospital she was joking, sleeping and just being Janet.

Now she is unresponsive yet still every bit “Janet”.  I rub her feet.  I put chap stik on her mouth.  I slept beside her bed last night. I counted the seconds between breaths.  I got up to give her morphine.  I put water in her mouth.  The hospice nurse came in the middle of night and I think I slept better when I knew someone was at least taking care of her.  This morning we turned her, the nurse came again and we have watched her throughout the day.  The life is leaving her.  Eternity awaits.

Her breathing is labored and has been since we got her home.

She’s still beautiful.  And I am so thankful to have this time. She gave me life and now I’m watching hers slip into Jesus’ arms.


Adoption Story – Part 4

After Gina made her phone call to this mystical mommy creature named Janet I got a phone call back from her.  Janet did, indeed, want to talk with me.  Gina gave me her phone number.  I nervously pondered whether I wanted to call or not.  I was about to make this mystical person in my head real.

Beside myself with nerves I finally dialed the number.  I can’t remember how long we talked that night but we talked on the phone for hours.  It was so strange to be telling my mom about my life growing up.  One thing we had in common was that we were both Mary Kay Consultants.  It’s a wonderful family to belong to and so nice to have some common ground.

For the next few days I felt as if in a dream.  Life seemed surreal. It was almost like an out of body experience.

I’ve often wondered how my mom has come to grips with seeing me as a baby and then as a 38 year old woman.  I know she has always thought of me as “Lynn”….the sweet baby she gave away so I could have a better life.  At our meeting I had grown up, developed my own personality, and was married.  How do you link the two differences?  For me, I was meeting someone I had never known but for her she was being reunited with a grown woman who was once her baby.

I know now that she was able to care for me for a period of time after my birth.  In 1965 things were done differently than they are now.  And the home she lived in provided a chance for moms to stay with their children for several weeks after their birth.  They were assigned different duties in the house but everyone took their turn with the babies.  She also got to see me right before I was adopted.  When we found each other she gave me the cross she had sent with me but was not allowed to leave for my adopted parents.  What a sweet thing to have.

As I write I am sitting in the airport waiting on my plane to go see her one last time.  Her battle with cancer will soon end and she’ll be standing at the feet of Jesus rejoicing with all the other Christians who have gone before her.

Our first meeting was on Mother’s Day.  Our last, on this earth, will be before Thanksgiving.  How appropriate.  I am thankful for having the time with her that I’ve had.  We first talked on my half sister’s birthday.  She was the person who put the information into the computer on the adoption website many years ago.  I have her to thank for having both my birth mom and birth father in my life now.

I think back on that Mother’s Day many years ago and remember looking at her, my half brother and half sister and thinking, “Wow.  I look like these people.”  For those not adopted it is an amazing connection that most just take for granted.

Since our first meeting which was awkward, wonderful and a million other things we have gotten to see one another quite a bit even though she lives in WI.  Her brother, my uncle, lives in NC so I try to meet her there each time  she visits them.  This visit will be my last.  I was blessed to be able to spend my first alone time with her in September.  We had five days together, just the two of us.  There was a blessed peace, a quietness, a playfulness we were able to experience all on our own.  And it was then I realized it was our first time where it was just us.  No outside distractions.  We slept.  We ate.  We slept more.  It was quiet.  We both enjoyed ourselves so very much.

Now as I am off to see her for the last time I draw on the time we had together in September.

And I’m thankful for her, her choice, and her ever closer meeting with The One We Love.


Day 30 – A late post (A break in the adoption story)

I’ve spent yesterday and today trying to decide on the best time to go visit my birth mom who is dying in WI.  She has fought a long brave battle with cancer but the end is near.

I’m not sure how much more of my story I can write at the moment.

The words aren’t coming.

So here’s how Floridians act in the winter (ie. the night before Halloween).  If you can not tell Dad’s getting ready to take them on a golf cart ride.

Pray for me as I seek God’s will in travelling to WI.


Day 29- Adoption Story – Part 3

I got out of the tub after dwelling on this “new information” and told my husband what had just happened.

“I’m going upstairs to see what I can find on the computer”

After browsing on the computer for a while I found several websites that would match birth parents to birth children if the information entered matched.  I really felt as if I was in no man’s land.  I wasn’t sure I had filled out the information properly and I remember the websites seemed a little confusing.  I did what I could, entered my junk email address and told the Lord the rest was up to him.

In the next few weeks I really forgot about that night.  I had three little ones at the time and “me time” was always on the back burner.  Then one evening, after the children were in bed, I remembered.  I seldom check my junk email accounts so this was not something that would have appeared in my daily inbox.

Upon checking my email there was a note from someone named Gina in NY who searched adoption sites for matches.  She was not part of any company, just an interested party.  This made me hesitant in contacting her.  I decided to email her and see what she had found.  She emailed back and sent me the link where I could see all of the birth mom’s information.  Everything matched.  I had a sister named Jill, a brother named Jeff and the birth mom’s name was Janet.  I thought how ironic that I’m Julie!

I called Gina and talked with her.  She told me her story of giving up a child for adoption when she was young.  In doing so she explained why she searched and helped others.  She was a wonderful woman and a Christian which made me even more at ease with her involvement.

In NC adoptions are closed meaning even if both the mother and child want to contact one another they can not.  No information is given out from the adoption center.  The only alternative are websites like the ones I visited.  Even so, I decided to call the lady I knew at the adoption agency who had provided me with all “non-identifying” information allowed by the state.  I basically had a two page report about my parents, grandparents etc. that told occupation, interests, ages at my birth, height, eye color and hair color.  That was it.  If there were any known illnesses in the family that information was also provided.

The sweet woman at the adoption agency said she could not disclose my mother’s name even if I had a name to give her.  I explained to her how I didn’t want to pursue a relationship with this woman if she really was not my birth mom.  She understood and told me if I gave her the name she would tell me whether or not she thought it might be worth checking into.  There was a long pause and when she said, “This might be worth checking into” I felt my insides do a roller coaster flip.  I started crying.  “Really?” I asked. “Yes,” she replied.

Of course I knew I was adopted……

knew there was a mom out there…..

but had I ever thought I would actually talk with her, much less meet her?

The honest answer was “NO”!  Everything about her had always been so abstract.  Nothing about her was tangible, real, do-able.

The next phone call was to Gina again.  I told her what I had been told.  I cried with her.  I admitted I was scared.  I did not want to make the first phone call.  Would she please call and talk to her and then call me?  I was still uncertain if she wanted me in her life but the fact her information was out there told me it was a possibility.  Gina agreed to try and find her.  Some of the information on the website was old.  The phone numbers were not current.  The information was 9 years old.

Had she been hoping to find me for that long???

More tomorrow…..


Day 28 – My Adoption Story -Part 2

I enjoyed so many things as a child.  I fished at the crack of dawn with my dad for bass.  The grape fire-tailed worm was my favorite because it smelled like grape kool-aid.  I don’t think my husband believed there was such a thing until my dad gave him a bag of them about a year ago.  I could have slept with those things!!!!

I also rode horses during high school which kept me out of some trouble.  All you moms and dads out there…..have a good hobby going for your kids before high school.  What you spend in money you will save in grief.  I loved the barn and everything about horses.  Most of my time was spent there.  I’d grown up with all the horse posters and statues in my room and read Black Beauty a million times.

Thinking back I believe the horses replaced Holly Hobbie.  {I wish I still had those sheets!}

I wasn’t a big hit with the boys in high school which was half ok and half not ok.  I went to college by the beach and loved every moment of that.  I didn’t study much but I had what I thought was fun.  Now I see it as nonsense.

After college I worked several jobs I hated until I fell into advertising.  I loved it.  I was good at it.  I made money doing it.

But 5 years into that job and I still felt an empty hole inside.  It was a hole only the Lord could fill and that He did.  I made a lot of changes in my life.  God made even more.  I found an awesome church and entered Christian recovery, I quit my job, met the man I’m now married to and then moved to Memphis, TN after living in a small town for 29 years.

We moved to KY after TN and it was there I had my first two kids.  After three years in KY it was off to SC where God kept us for 10 years and we had two more children.  So my kids grew up there.  We found a church we loved.  We’d been married five plus years and worked out a lot of kinks.  {Oh yea, we still work them out!}

That is why our move to FLA has been so difficult.  All of us had tight “real-life” relationships in SC.  We miss those relationships to this day.

It was while we were in SC and I just have to tell you like it happened….

I was in the bathtub one night reading, put down my book, and asked God what he would have me learn from what I’d read.  There was nothing for a few minutes and then clear as a bell I heard in my heart of hearts, “It’s time to find your birthmom.”

More tomorrow!!


Day 27 – Things left unsaid- OPENNESS Adoption Story -Part 1

I was reading another blog about things left unsaid and it caused me to think.

You’ve not heard the story of my adoption.

I was a wee 8 weeks old when my parents adopted me.  I remember my mother telling me she didn’t sleep at all the night they got the call.  They were to come pick me up the next day.  Can you imagine an adoption going that way today?  The cost?  Nothing.   I shake my head at the thought.

I grew up with another adopted brother whom I look a lot alike.   Then as the old story goes my mom was pregnant with my little sister about a month after they adopted my brother.

Then there were three.  My parents talked about how special we were and what a blessing adoption was to them.  I almost felt sorry for people who where “just born.”  I was born and then chosen.

My dad traveled quite a bit while I was growing up.  I took dance lessons, knew both of my grandparents on dad’s side and my grandmother and great grandparents on my mom’s side.  I swam on the swim team.  I rode horses later in life until I went to college.  Life was wonderful.  I had a best friend.  We met in 1st grade.  We’d ride bikes and talk about my birthmom, imagining she was a queen of some lovely castle and would one day come and sweep us away of all that ails a 12 or 14 year old girl.

I didn’t look like anyone in my family except my also adopted brother.  Which made other thinks maybe it was my sister who was adopted.  As a grown up I now see so much of my mom and grandmother in her.  How could she have ever been adopted?

We shared a room growing up.  I was a pig and she was neat.  I was mean and she was nice.

We roamed the neighborhood, rode bikes everywhere, played flash light tag and learned UNO on our neighbors back porch.  We made forts by the creek, forts in the woods, we fished in the creek, lit firecrackers in the drain that led from the pond on the other side of the road to the creek.  I remember it being big enough to stand upright inside.  Childhood was good.

I wondered about my birth parents but always in a fantasy sort of way.  I never really wondered why they gave me up.  I knew enough about life as an older teenager to know there was pain in the world.  I wondered if my mom had made a decision out of pain and love…one that was best for me.  But I wondered if coming back into her life would bring back painful memories of a time long ago.  So I let what would be be.  I prayed for her at times.  I wondered if I had any other brothers and sisters but it still was all in a “just wondering” sense.  There was no driving force to find her and ask, “Why?”  There was only a sense of wonderment (is that a word?)

Tune in for more of the story on Friday.


Day 26 – The Past and Reality

Once upon a time I got to dress her.  She wore whatever I wanted her to wear.  I bought clothes off Ebay and loved some of the funky things I found.

Fast forward to today.  She fixes her own hair…..wore it in a ponytail on the side yesterday.  Each day is a different style.  She still won’t wear the things in her closet I want her to wear.  That has been gone for years.  I now sell things on Ebay instead of buying them.  If I do purchase something it is because she’s come to me and said, “Mom, I want pink cowboy boots for Christmas.” or “I want to be a cowgirl for Halloween.”

The days go by so fast.  I wonder if I’ve stopped to smell the roses enough…to enjoy them at whatever age they are.

One day she won’t ask, “Mom, do I look ok?”

She will just walk past me out the door for something she has planned.

And I’ll look back, once again, at all these pictures and wonder, “Where did the time go?”

Enjoy your children today.


Day 25 (and 24) What a scare….

I went to blog yesterday and my blog was gone.  GONE.  I mean, like it wasn’t there and some cruise line came up.  YIKES.  What to do???  This morning I trust the people at JUST HOST  have got it all straightened out because it’s here again.  {HUG BLOG}

Yesterday I was going to share with you part of my house.  It’s a part I actually love because we did not have a big laundry room in our house in SC.  I’ve always thought if women built houses that the laundry room would be one of the biggest rooms in the house.  I would have cubbies and hanging spots for everyone’s clothes.  I’d have a folding table.  I’d have 2 washers and 2 dryers and it would be painted pretty.  I think I’d live in there.

I wander….so back to real life.

Here is the entry to my laundry room.  I love my washer and dryer!!!

Here is the opposite wall

It’s organized and pretty!!  Yippee!!

A dear friend’s mom painted this picture for me years ago (like 13 years ago)!  I still love it.

These little guys hang from the pegs underneath the shelf

Near the window!  I have a window!

This one is just for you Tony!!  I keep the plastic bags for the kitty litter in here.  Functional and beautiful.

The utility sink….a bit messy here.

All things doggy are supposed to go here…

After passing this room on the way out the door we pass this guy on the way to LearningRx.  My children love him.  He’s a good dancer too!

So there’s part of my REAL LIFE.  How about you?


Day 22, 23 and 24 -The reality of everyday life

The weekends seem to get here and blogging goes out the window.  Football games, company, campfires all take a front seat.  I really believe weekends should be three days and not two.  We have it all wrong!!

So I just leave you with this sweet shot of Baby Girl who came home Friday and wanted to take photos for daddy’s office.

Moments like that do a mama’s heart good.


Day 21 – Rest

Rest….

What does that mean to you?

For me it means SLEEP.  It also means resting in today and God’s provision for today.

It means taking time off of life to take care me.  In today’s society that is not an easy thing.  We are all so busy.  This year our school year has looked quite different.  I have one in school and three at home.  We make daily trips to LearningRx.  I gas up the car so much more than I did last year.  We go from here to there and the days of school at home seem long gone.  But it is our life this year.  It is what our days look like.  But among the busyness there is a peace because I know it’s God’s plan for us right now.

I waited, fretted, cried and sweated over what this year would look like.  I feel like I went around the mountain to find the path God had laid before us for this year.  And I think the journey is partly the reason for the peace.   It’s often the journey that reminds me what it feels like to be in the middle of God’s plan for our lives.

How people go through life without knowing there is someone else looking out for them is a mystery to me.  I remember the days when I had the illusion of control over my own life.  I determined my days, my weeks.  But in those times there was very little peace.  There was always a searching.  The God sized hole he puts in each of us can only be filled by him.

Then the journey of giving up daily control of our lives begins.  And when I arrive at the place that I realize HE is GOOD and HE has my best interests at heart I can rest in whatever is going on in my life.  I can remember “this too shall pass” or I can rejoice in the small things when the days look dark.  The days right now feel full of sunshine.  And I know there will be another mountain to climb but I am so thankful for the rest.

Life is definitely hard.  But God is definitely good!!!  Enjoy your day!   Rest.


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