I know that not every reunion goes well. I know that there are bad stories as well as good ones. And I know that, in many ways, I've had a good one.
While this does not make me happier about adoption, nor does it alleviate the difficulties caused by my first father's refusal to respond to any of my attempts at communication, it is still a source of joy in my life now.
I was reminded of that again today. So many times I get an e-mail from my first mom that just has a story or even a line that resonates so vividly in me. It is a strange feeling, knowing that there is another person out there who has some of the same kinds of thoughts and reactions that I do.
I know that even bio-kids don't always share that sort of connection with their parents. But I wonder if this is something that people often take for granted? Does it seem more special because it was something denied to me for so long?
Perhaps I should just enjoy it, and not over-think it too much.