Journal Entry

 Journal entry 9/20/2021

Every now and then I get a case that changes my thinking and puts me right in track with the divine intervention and the God of my youth. With so many political posts and division on my timeline I often find myself jaded by meme's and posts of people needing help, disengaging from clients. I try to stay in the middle and post very little about beliefs and what I consider values and post more of my cute little grandchild and all her many faces. This is one of those moments when I cannot deny God's hand in a situation.

I responded to a post on a message board from a young man looking for his biological family. He knew nothing except his mother was very young. He was convinced that "when you find her I know she is going to have the bluest eyes I have ever seen, because my son has them." Usually an adoptee has ideas on what they think their parent will look like. They are usually correct! This adoption was handled in a closed state and there was no information available. "We will need DNA, it will take a few months," I hesitantly tell him (because most clients cant afford a DNA test) "no problem I sent it in and I am waiting on results!"

Time passes rather quickly for me as I have several people I am helping. This past Friday I message him and his results are in! I get to work separating all off the DNA by parents, grandparents, great grandparents and I find a mutual grandparent shared by the closest matches! Bingo! Follow the DNA through an uncle and locate birthmom. Here is where things fall into place in less than 24 hours. I was able to find a name of a birthmother through an obituary and I give her a message on fb. She responded rather quickly and gives me a call.

I connect the two of them through Facebook until mother is ready to hear her sons voice again. A few minutes later my phone rings. "Heather, I know them!" "what?", I ask fighting to close my mouth as it opens to an enormous O shape. "I was friends with her daughters, I have been to their house! I have slept at their house!"

It turns out they were friends before they knew they were family. Every single child of the mother has the same initials in the beginning of their name. Even the one she didn't get to name. She never knew who adopted him, never told her children about him. (a lot of birth mothers feel shame that is unresolved.) The birth at 14 was so traumatic that she forgot a lot of the details surrounding it. Trauma removed her memories and trauma erased his beginning. Trauma couldn't remove the hand writing a story that will be shared in 2021 to all of you! It wasn't that strong.

He didn't know that his birthmother was a part of his life already. She didn't realize that he was her son, but they were drawn together.

Tonight they will meet, not for the first time and not for the last. They have been connected from the beginning. Without knowing a divine hand was planning this reunion in 1990 when a broken little girl cried for a baby she was going to have to give up, Her prayers were heard and her God was listening. She cried the tears of a mom that day. Tonight the tears will fall again, for a split second she will turn into the child again as she holds her son. She will travel through time and all of her emotions and vulnerabilities will come to the surface, She will smell the smells, see the faces, feel the gown and hear his cries again, and then she will be at peace. Her child has found her again, and this time she doesn't have to let him go.