Yesterday I received my original birth certificate, the piece of paper that tells me the names of my birth parents. I have sweaty palms as I type this post, due to the array of emotions I am feeling. I feel excited, scared, lonely, unsure and sad. This is a HUGE thing to see their names right there in black and white. Whoever thought that a name could mean so much, that it could hold all the answers to so many questions?
I know I have a sister to my birth mum, she was only 2 when I met her and she was so cute! She would be 12 or 13 now. I think about her a lot now I have my daughter and wonder if my birth mum still spoke about me with her growing up; does she know about me still? I wonder if I have anymore brothers or sisters? Did my birth father have a family too? To think I could go from having only a sister and a brother to having a whole family.... that is scary.
So am I ready.... where to now? I have their names now I have to move on to the searching part. This is the part that could take years and with Christmas coming I would like nothing more than the best present I could ever receive; to meet them.