Let Me . . .

This post has nothing 

to do about me 

and yet 

IT HAS EVERYTHING 

to do about me 

and my family.  

Many years ago 

my high school son and his high school girlfriend, 

gave birth to a little girl. 

They made a decision for her to be adopted a few days after her birth.  

There was love, there was joy, there was sadness, there was the unknown.   

There was the unrest, insensitivity, fear,

keeping it hidden, shame, secrecy, 

Two young beautiful children,

facing a future with a decision that would affect the rest of their lives. 

I remember thinking too much about me and not enough about them.

I look back with regret, not that a beautiful child was born,

but questioning how much I was absent in the support they needed.  

There they were, left to “go on” like nothing had happened,   

Today I feel overcome with feeling, such a loss it was for each of them.  

Please forgive me for not being more considerate, for being blind,

unforgiving, for pretending everything was ok. 

We carried on through bumps, bruises, wonder, judgement.  

Two exceptional beautiful children, created a precious child.  

Life went on, football games, cheerleading, dances, prom, 

basketball games, band concerts, graduation, school happenings.

Life continued.

My son Scott never stopped wondering and wanting.  

He wrote letters, he contacted Bethany services often. 

He was trying to find his way and finding her seemed to be his passion.  

Later on, Scott married and his son was born and a few years after, his daughter. 

He continued to wonder, always talked about his “first daughter.” 

And every once in awhile, he would think about, talk about, “finding her.”
Now Scott’s children are building their own lives, 
homes, weddings, dogs, college, work etc.

Little grandson Elijah sparks up Scott’s life!  
He loves that “little bounce of a gem.”  
(Thought you’d enjoy seeing the Scott, grandpa, Elijah pictures above. ) 
(Me too, I love looking little!)
~ ~ ~
But . .. this is why I am writing this post. 
On Sunday, February 23, 2020, mid afternoon, Scott called me/us
“Are you sitting down?”

Scott’s 36 year old first daughter contacted him.  
She connected with her birth mom a few days before Scott. 
These are Happy, Happy Days My Friends
Thankful for her searching out though Ancestry and DNA.

Here is the message Scott put on Facebook. 

I have some good news many of you know I have been searching for my daughter we gave up for adoption at birth. I met a few obstacles and possibly upset some people the last time I put this on Facebook so I turned it over to GOD and took a break from searching.  But today I got a message from someone claiming she was my daughter and through some messaging back and forth discovered it wasn’t a scam and it was really her!!!   So my prayers have been answered.  She is a beautiful young women with a daughter and husband and we have been messaging back n forth. I want to say thank you to anyone who supported me and wanted to share the good news!! Love you all and have a good night.

‘ tell next time, 
love
lynne