(If you haven’t read this blog before, you need to scroll down and read my first entry. Go ahead – go do it. )
Well, it happened. My Birth Mother Donna phoned me tonight. I have to say it was the best thing in the world. People rarely get their dreams answered, but one of mine was scratched off the list tonight.
I’ve always hoped I would meet her and it finally happened. Donna is just as cool as I knew she had to be. Donna is just what all you thought she would be. So breath in and out. All is well. It’s funny, I always knew in my heart we would get along just fine. It seems we will form a wonderful friendship. We are a lot alike.
The phone rang earlier this evening and my heart jumped. When I mean jumped, I mean jumped, stopped and started back all at once. I knew it had to be her. It was. I picked up the phone almost right away and just said hello. She told me it was her and we just started talking. I think we both cleared a runway in 5 seconds and just talked. It was just what I needed. I think it was just what she needed too.
After years of wondering I found out she was scared I would be mad. I assured her I was never mad. I always loved her for giving me life. I told her she gave me the best family ever. A wonderful life. Donna seemed to be very happy to hear she did the right thing. If she reads this now, never ever in your life to you need to wonder. All is well. You made the right choice. Fate dealt me a kick ass hand.
Donna, I was writing as fast as I could… so hopefully the information I write below is correct. If not, feel free to use the comments box and correct. It was hard to smoke, hold the phone, write and shake all at once.
I found out my birth name is Marcia Mechelle. Not Marsha, it’s Mar cee a. Just in case some of you pronounce it wrong. I have to half brothers too. One is 23 and the other is 28. One a wrestler and the other a school teacher. Donna is a retired school teacher. Donna tells me my Birth Father does have children, but doesn’t know much else. But could help me find him if I really wanted.
I have more written down, but thought that was enough for a start. I need to sit back and let everything sink in. It’s nice to know my medical history… I am sure I will learn more. Now I can fill that form in when I go back to the doctor. Weird. It’s the little things that mean so much.
This is one of those night’s I’ll never forget. Like ever. What a gift. Donna and I will be exchanging picture’s soon. I cannot wait. For now, my chunky butt is going to lumber off to bed. I feel a weight was lifted and for some reason it made me tired. Who knew I could actually go to bed at a decent hour?
Good night all.
