romantic matters of the heart, they are proving themselves formidable allies in other matters.
Approximately two weeks after the Confidential Intermediary sent me the news that she had found my birth mother and had read my letter to her over the phone, she sent me another message, which contained Birth Mom's complete name, telephone number, mailing address, and email.
"I've tried calling a couple of times, but haven't been able to reach her." the Confidential Intermediary added in her note, as if to explain why it had taken two whole weeks to pass the coveted information along. There was no need for me to respond to the Confidential Intermediary's note. I now had contact details - as my birth mother would have for me according to the terms of the consent form. The Confidential Intermediary's note did make me wonder, had Birth Mother changed her mind? Had the news she had already had of me been enough to put her mind at ease? I also wondered why the Confidential Intermediary felt compelled to call her again. Job done, no? I wondered if the Confidential Intermediary hoped to stay involved for some time; I suppose the vocation might be rife with unfulfilled curiosity: bringing people together, yet probably rarely involved in the denouement of their initial legwork.
What to do?
I had made the first move; I had written my letter. I decided I should wait.
I didn't have to wait more than a day or two before an email arrived with the subject line: "From Susie in Idaho"
The letter started off not knowing where to start.
Where do I start? First let me say that your letter was incredible! As Confidential Intermediary read it to me, all I could do was sob..... knowing that you were so loved and had such a happy life growing up was the most wonderful thing I could have heard. I can't tell you how I have worried about you....and prayed that you were healthy and happy. Not knowing has been so hard!
First mission accomplished: a mind put to ease.