Dear Friends and Family,
The story continues, as promised. (If you are new here and need a recap, read Part 1 and Part 2.)
My birth mother Kathy and I started chatting weekly on the phone. And as you know, that’s a big deal for me. (Why do I hate talking on the phone so much?)
Topics? Large: I learned my birth father’s full name. Small: I learned we like our eggs the same way. (So that’s where I got it!)
She told me about all the family I had in the St. Louis area. You’ll remember I mentioned my mom Jeanne was from Missouri. Well, I spent my childhood visiting relatives all over the state: Kansas City, Jefferson City and also St. Louis. My favorite aunt and uncle lived in Hazelwood, Missouri — 25 minutes from my current home and 15 minutes from where Kathy lives.
It’s bizarre to think that I could have passed a member of my birth family in the grocery store.
Weird and wonderful, to say the least.
On one of our calls, I mentioned I had a dream that I had driven to St. Louis to see her. She said she did want to meet me. We started planning for Memorial Day weekend.
Y’all, this was … something. Talking on the phone was one thing. Actually meeting her was another.
She picked me up at the St. Louis airport. Her first words to me were these:
I haven't seen you in ___** years!
So yes, we have a similar sense of humor.
I’ve written about this part of the story before.

But here’s the important thing:
It was so easy. It felt right. I fit in. No awkwardness.
As George Bailey said, “What do you know about that?!“
We all set about building relationships — relationships helped by my move to St. Louis.
It’s gone better than I had any right to want.
The next step? Contacting my birth father. You know: One step at time.
That’s the fourth and final part. Also the most recent. As in past six months.
Don’t touch that dial!
XO,
Beth
*Yes, I know I’m being silly. But I’ll do it again for Part 4.
**Listen, a lady doesn’t share her age — even for the sake of a story. 😉