The Reunion
We got together 2 weeks later, I thought she would never let me go on that first hug. She kept asking during our first reunion why did you find me, and were do you want to go from here? At
the time I think I wanted all the selfish things you want from a search. To
look into a face that is similar to your own, and to find out the reasons someone
put you up for adoption. To catch up on what has happened to them since you were born, and
what siblings you may have. But all of a sudden I could see that she had already given
me up once and how afraid she was that this was just a passing thing for me.
I have been so lucky I have a B-mom that not only looks like me, ** His
eye's will never be special again,(my birthmom and half
sister have the same eye shape and color.)
When she talks to me she feels
like a mom, a friend, a history. We are taking it slow but it's funny how comfortable she feels to me. One of the most interesting things I have experienced
since the reunion is how much half sister and I are alike. This is the
part when you really think about genetics Vs. environment questions. We had very different
backgrounds but there isn't anything she doesn't e-mail me or talk to me on
the phone about that I don't feel, "God I understand that".
My sister and I e-mail almost every day, and I wish I had the time to go see them more, but I will.
My son Jason is an only child and only grandchild on both sides of
the family, until I married my wife Patty in 1996. He now has cousins that are from
his blood, that look and act like him....... Pretty scary. My life is
finally coming together as a whole the pieces of my puzzle of life are making
more sense to me than ever before.
Once, after I had asked Patty to marry me, she came to me and
said , "How can I trust you to love my children, when their own father
walked out on them?", and I said to her, “ I was adopted and my parents who adopted me
loved me why do you think I couldn't love somebody else’s children?”.
**And for that Andy I will always truly love you
because that is a blessing your adoption has brought to me!
How the Whole thing got Started
My mother went out on a date with a friend of a friend, she was 17, and he was 19. She remembers that he had a red convertible. Things got out of hand, and she was swept up in the passion of the moment and hopes for a future. She told him that she was pregnant two different times, his response to her both times was an emphatic, "It could not have been me". This by the way was his exact response to me when I contacted the "possible" Bfather.
She was from a very strict catholic family with an abusive alcoholic father, so she went to speak to the priest, her only resource. His response was one with no choices, "you are a sinner, and must give your baby up for adoption". So into the Holy Family Services system she went, to work as a maid for a family until she had the baby.
May 9th, 1960, at St. Mary's of Long Beach I was born, baby boy #--------, I was named Joseph Benedict Dawson. I was put into the usual foster care "observational" home, until I was adopted 4 months later. Now Robert Andrew Peabody, I went home with my wonderful adoptive parents, with my new brother who was 4 years older and also adopted. I had a life that I can not complain about. I lived in South Africa for two years, and visited Europe and other countries at an early age. I have a college education, and I am a well respected person in my business, and community.
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