It’s her! It’s her! It’s her!
As most of you know, I’m rarely speechless. Almost never without a smart remark to widely share.
But I am tonight.
I can’t think straight except to know I finally found my birth mother, Patricia Clark. A call tonight with a relative of hers confirmed what I hoped was true. This leg of my journey is done.
It was an emotional call, full of questions that segued into more questions that slid into half-finished anecdotes before being cut short so we could both absorb the news.
I’m quite sure there will be more calls with this new-found relation of mine, and I remain hopeful that one day soon I will be able to talk to and meet Pat.
One step at a time.
Ironic as it is given all the things I’ve chosen to write about on Pushing on a Rope, I’m not going to share details here quite yet — but I promise to when the time is right.
Meanwhile, I’m trying to let it all sink in, absorb what it means to be nearly able to say “I know” and not “I wonder.”
At so many points in this journey, I feared I’d never know anything.
I tried — very hard — to be grateful for each detail along the way:
- my non-identification report from Westchester Family Services;
- Pris and the many, many search angels who spent countless hours searching on my behalf;
- the great find of my baptismal record, showing my birth name, Jennifer Elaine Clark;
- the stalwart support of my adoptive parents, and Basil and Catherine — who had to come along for this ride whether they wanted to or not, and numerous other relatives and friends.
In a few weeks, I’ll be 47. Dare I hope I might finally know Jennifer Elaine Clark by then?