RSS

Tag Archives: meeting an adult sibling for the first time

The Gift of a Secret Sister

(Note: the name of my older sister has been changed to protect her privacy.)

Fragonard/detail (visipix.com)

There was yet another precious gift enfolded into the summer of my mother’s passing–and that was the opportunity to meet the older sister I never had.

My mother had given Susan to adoption 39 years earlier in the months before she met my father. When I was 19, she told me about this in an effort to protect me from the challenges of unintended pregnancy.

Though my mother was a private woman, she later confided that she often wondered about her daughter, but that she had always been silenced by my father, a respected physician in our community.

Once I knew about my big sister, however, I was on the lookout.  I examined every Susan I ever met, but I never found her. After my parents divorced, I felt free to press my mother for more information, but for the most part, she dodged my questions.

Soon afterward, my younger sister was faced with an unplanned pregnancy herself, and like my mother, she married a physician.  6 months later we found ourselves crowding into the waiting room at the hospital.

When complications ensued, my mother dashed out of the Maternity Wing and headed down the hospital corridors.  Though my father and she barely spoke at the time, he insisted I follow her. (Perhaps he knew that this day held more meaning for my mother than my sister’s delivery, as it was very unlike her to be so rattled in a crisis.)

When I found her near the exit, she cried out that she knew something like this would happen, and that it was all her fault.

“What are you talking about?” I asked, shocked by this uncharacteristic display of drama and still reeling from my father’s sudden concern.

“Today is the day that Susan was born,” she said, “and I’ve always felt like something bad happened to her too.”

After a difficult presentation, my nephew was delivered later that evening–healthy–on the same day as his aunt, whom we had never met.

In the years following, I pressed my mother for more information and I used the bits I extracted to begin an internet search, eventually discovering the agency that had placed Susan.  When it came to signing the final release form, however, my mother stalled–for years.  I remained patient, until the summer of 2000.

At 57, my mother was diagnosed with Stage IV lung cancer and given less than two months to live. I picked up the phone and called the adoptive agency.

I was put through to the director who happened to be “in the field” an amazing thirty minutes from my mother’s hospital.  After I shared the situation, she made the startling offer to go to see my mother and have her sign the release form–right then.

I could hardly breathe when I hung up.  But I quickly put in a call to another of my sisters who lived closest to the hospital.  “Can you go see Mom right now,” I said, “and tell  her that the director of the adoption agency is on her way!”

Though I was certain that my mother would be completely unnerved by this news–and angry with me–I couldn’t let her face death without knowing about her daughter–good or bad.

A few weeks later, Susan came to meet my mother and my siblings.  Because I was 9 months pregnant and living 300 miles away, I missed the reunion.  They took a family photo with the phone in the hand (I was on the other end) so that all 9 of my mom’s children could be together.

Though Susan hadn’t ever looked for her birth mother, she felt compelled to come thank her for the life she had been given.  Her adoptive mother had asked to join her, but Susan requested that she wait until another time and brought along her husband and her children instead.  The children, Mark and Penny spent the visit getting to know their cousins.

Two months later, Susan returned, this time with her adoptive mother.  They were on the road at 6:00 am to arrive in time for a small private ceremony at the graveyard.

There, I met my big sister for the first time.

My mother’s children on the day of her burial–including our oldest sister Susan, leaning over the rocking chair where I’m seated with newborn Aidan.

The following year, around the anniversary of my mother’s passing, I received this letter from the director of the adoptive agency,

Dear Kelly,

Forgive me for taking so long to thank you for the lovely note and article about your mom. You have already celebrated your son Aidan’s first birthday.

How blessed you were to be at your mother’s bedside with Aidan when the Lord called her home.

I am glad that Susan and her adoptive mother met all the beautiful members of your family. You are truly an inspiration.

May your mother’s love and gentleness remain with you always.

____________________________________________________

Over the years, we lost touch with Susan; and I haven’t been able to find her again.  I imagine I scared her off when I said that I was thrilled to relinquish the role of “oldest sister”  to  8 new siblings.  Wherever she is, she’ll turn 50 first, and for that, I love her.

Kelly Salasin, 2010

 

Tags: , , , , , , , , ,

 
Follow

Get every new post delivered to your Inbox.

Join 615 other followers

%d bloggers like this: