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Thursday, June 28, 2012
The Phone Call: An Adoption Reunion Story
The call was awkward and wonderful. He called at a bad time, just as I was leaving work to pick up my daughter from camp. We were on cell phones and the reception was imperfect; we had difficulty hearing each other and often had to repeat ourselves, but we stumbled through the call. I broke my rule about talking on the phone while driving (I'd been waiting my whole life to hear this man's voice; I wasn't about to ask him to call back later), put him on speaker, and hurtled down the highway. It is a route I will be driving every day for the next three weeks till camp ends, and now each spot on the drive is marked by some memory of our conversation. Here is where we discovered that we had the same college major; here is where we talked about being bad at the same sports; and, most poignantly, here is where he confessed to having some feelings of guilt, shame, and regret about how he handled things all those years ago.
The big lie of adoption is that everyone gets to move forward without negative repercussions: original parents go on with their lives as if nothing had happened; adopees are placed in new families and raised "as if born to," with no emotional fallout. My biological father is 65 years old and still feeling bad about something that happened almost a half century ago. And he's not alone.
Guilt, shame, and regret are pretty standard birth dad emotions. What perhaps puts my biological father into a more select category is that he was able to those feelings put into words, acknowledging them to himself and me, rather than simply communicating them through actions, such as avoidance of contact.
I'm encouraged that he was able to do this. I liked hearing those words, in part because -- let's face it -- it's preferable to hear that someone feels regret about not having you in their life than that they are happy about it, but also because I recognize that if he can speak about those emotions then maybe, just maybe, he will also be able to lay them down.
I need him to lay them down, not only because 45 years is enough time for self-flagellation, but because he can't embrace me in the present if he is holding onto stuff from the past. I need his arms free.
I'm at that early stage in reunion where everything is uncertain. Some promises have been made, and time will tell if they are kept. I've asked to meet in person, and he seems to be taking steps to make that happen. I have no map for anything beyond that first meeting. Maybe I will get that far and no further.
But whatever happens, I have already received gifts from this reunion. I have heard my father's voice, and I liked what it had to say.
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