The Biker-1976Just when you least expect it someone enters your life and changes everything. How amazing that life gives us these wonderful gifts. In just one year I have regained a daughter and son, and as if that was not enough, my life has been enriched by a wonderful man I met in this blogging community who has become like a brother to me. There are all kinds of families today, the standard mom and dad has been replaced by the non-traditional ones. You know the ones I am talking about. My surprise was that when my son contacted me I decided to see if I could locate his father. After 35 years, Facebook did it again with just one simple search. There he was, a little older but the same face. There were many questions going through my mind. Should I tell him that the son he had given away for adoption had contacted me looking for his family? Would he want to know? My son (the Musician) only asked for a picture of him, would he want to know more? Tapping my fingers first on my desk, I moved them to the keyboard and started writing to my ex, who I will call the “Biker” from now on.
The memories came flooding back to me, the memories of first love. The joys and the pain that went along with it and the betrayal I eventually felt. He left and joined the military just a few months before our son was born. He was nothing but a confused kid himself and certainly not able to start a family. So here 35 years later, just a ghost from the past, I wrote him. Not exposing any names, this is how the conversation went:
ME: Hi Biker, I am not sure if you are the Biker I am looking for but If you knew a Siv xxx which is my maiden name, back around 1976 I hope you will contact me. Have you ever heard of Lutheran Social Services? There is a young man that contacted me which you may or may not be interested in. No strings, no pressure. Let me know.
BIKER: Hi Siv! Yes I'm the Biker from 35 years ago. How wonderful to hear from you!
Yes I remember Lutheran Social Services. They handled the adoption of our son XXX. I am interested, have been for many years.
ME: They contacted me yesterday and he is reaching out. Are you interested? He lives in XXX and I have his name if you want. I have not told him your name but he asked if I had a picture of you and if you were on Facebook. I thought it would be best to contact you before I gave him any information. He is happy and does not want anything except to know where he came from. I think both his adoptive parents are dead now and he has no brothers or sisters. He seems like a really sweet kid. Let me know if I should tell him who you are. This is all new for me too.
BIKER: Yes...Facebook is amazing. Yes I am interested and would like to know more.
So that was the beginning. Since then we have all gotten to know each other through Skype. The Biker and I are becoming good friends; we put the past behind us and look forward to the future. Another piece of the puzzle that makes up my unusual and very lucky heart is in place. They will meet for the first time in August, but today is a very special day for the Musician, the Artist and the Traveler. They will meet tonight for the first time, and while I am sitting on the sidelines for now, I share in their excitement. More stories on this adventure will come later.