The day I met my son….

I set the alarm this morning because I wanted to try and have this post go live at exactly five a.m. because it was the time 23 years ago on this day, April 10th,  that I first met – first saw – my son.

I wrote him a letter and mailed it on April 3rd because that was my secretary’s birthday.  I actually mailed two letters: one to him and one to a friend who lived in the same area so I would know when it got there.  The day my friend called to say that she had received hers and I still hadn’t heard from him was not a happy day.  Separation and loss.

My husband said let’s go for a walk.

We did and when we came back there was a message from him.  That was the old days with answering machines so I still have the tape.  I am smiling as I write this.  Such a happy memory.  He said – This is Chris, I am very enthusiastic about getting together with you too. Here is how to reach me.  He was eighteen.  He wasn’t living with his adoptive parents because well don’t want to talk about that.

My husband made me a drink.  I played “Somewhere Out there”  from An American Tale.  I stomped around the house – a little frightened, thinking how brave he was to make the call.  His voice sounded a lot like my father’s.

Our first conversation went well.  He said – I got to come down there.  Actually he said, I better get my ass down there.  I laughed.  He said it was nice to be talking to someone who would laugh at that.

He took the bus to Toronto and one cold raining April morning I drove down to the bus station to meet him.   He got off the bus and said “I only have to look at those eyes and I know you’re my mother.   I literally felt my heart leave my body.  I gave him a hug.  How wonderful!  I brought him home.  How wonderful!  I made him a sandwich.  How wonderful!  What a privilege.   He’d been up all night so eventually he asked if he could go to bed.  He was sleeping under my roof – What a feeling of peace, peace, peace.

I could say more but it’s five o’clock.  Have to go live.



5 Responses to The day I met my son….

  1. susanito says:

    these stories never fail to move, do they.

  2. Susie says:

    I have tears in my eyes, what a beautiful post. I too feel envy, yet I also feel hopeful reading this. Hopeful that one day I, too, will be able to look in my son’s eyes. We have been “reunited” for 15 months, in writing. I am waiting for him to want “more”.


  3. Denise says:

    What a beautiful post. It brought back memories of first talking to and then meeting my son. Just past 14 years now.


  4. Suz says:

    made me cry out of the sheer love and beauty of this post and yet the pain and loss as well. and then the envy i have. what i wouldnt do to at least be in my daughters presence. its been five years now since i found her and with each passing year the pain is greater and yet lesser.

  5. Linda says:

    Thank you for writing this! It is beautiful and so exactly explains the emotions and struggles going on inside during the introductory stage of the mother / child relationship. I hope you can spend today savoring these memories, no matter where your relationship is today.

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