
Whether someone knows or not that a child of theirs could show up on their proverbial “doorstep” someday doesn’t make it much easier when it happens, I suspect. It is risky on both sides. When I finally got a search clue about my biological mother (by the way, it is scary what we can research through public records these days!), I knew I had to reach out after a lifetime of suppressing the desire. I approached the conversation with my guard up thinking, “I don’t need another mother”, but I was pleasantly surprised to find her open, compassionate and willing to get to know me. As I mother myself…. why would I expect anything different!