I want to meet my son, but I'm scared shitless! It is hard enough to meet people who I don't care whether I like or not, but I have a pre-load on this one to like and be liked.
This is fucked! I want my open mind back!
My relative just flew out to California to meet her daughter she gave up for adoption. It went really well.
Her daughter told her adoptive mother just before she came, and the adoptive mother invited her for dinner, so she could see the house her daughter grew up in.
Her daughter has a son who is autistic.
That is good to hear, Callaway. Autism, huh? Maybe it runs in the family ... ya think?
I will have severe reservations, at least until the first meeting is behind us, I am sure. I am tentatively scheduling a trip to Memphis, which is almost halfway between us, in two weeks. I am lucky he lives near Dallas, which is only twelve hours away by car. In the meantime, I will continue to stim-pace on my toes and try to clear my mind of expectations and regrets. I probably won't be able to lay off the bag and let my hands heal, though.