Hi friends and subscribers, sorry this took so long to get out. As some of you may know my brother had a very scary health scare that led him into being in the ICU for two weeks and put my life on pause. He is out of the ICU and I am finally, well sort of, coming back to life. Thank you for your patience and here is the second half of the phone call I had meeting my birth mom!
The phone conversation between my birth mom and I flowed a little too naturally. There weren’t as many awkward pauses or dead air like I assumed there would be. It progressed with ease, like a really good date. One point led to another that led to a tangent that led to a revelation that then led to my heart rate fluctuating with the realization of the weight that was actually behind these words.
The conversation was very friendly but there was an unspoken bite to it. I could feel her wanting me to finally go after her, to admonish her for giving me up. Her words carried a tone that she was ready to be given a talking to about her big bad decision so she can finally reconcile the consequences. “You can ask me any…thing,” she kept repeating, her tone splitting the word in two for effect. Any Thing. We all know the thing she wants to atone for. The why. I don’t want the why though, at least not yet.
“So where did you grow up?” a question that left her lips that truly stunned me. What do you mean where did I grow up? I stumbled to answer with the realization she actually didn’t know anything about me. We really were starting from zero. The only way I could verbalize my answer was with a chunky “well I grew up right where you left me, in Hollywood.” She was taken back. “Wait, I thought you grew up somewhere outside of Florida?”