It certainly has been a while since my last post as I have been keeping myself busy. Between preparing this taxes for 2016, Studying for a new certification and just going to work each day I have had little time to even think about writing and I do miss it.
My mom and myself have created a habit of calling each other each Saturday morning as we live 3000 miles away. Usually our conversation are about what has been going on in our lives over the past week. For me it’s usually around events with grandchildren and the latest topics in the world. For Mom it’s usually about birthday, holidays and reminiscing about things when I was young. She is a big NY Giants fan and loves talking about the football game.
Today we spoke and she told me that I have an older brother who I never knew about. This certainly changed our patterns of conversation and I had so many questions. My brother was born two years before me while my Mom was just a teenager. When she became pregnant she was sent away to a home to live and have the baby and where this service also found folks to adopt the baby. Pretty much my Grandfather would not allow my Mom back into his house until the baby was born.
For all of these years she thought about the baby and always wondered what had become of him. Thanks to modern technology, computers and social media my brother was able to find her. They spoke on the phone and are meeting next Saturday.
So as I sit here and write about this I am trying to put together my own thoughts about having an older brother. My brother’s Dad is not my Dad. This was something I wanted to know, but it really doesn’t matter much. Does he look at all like me? Does he have any of my same mannerisms?
What is funny is that as Mom broke the news to me my first reaction was that of joy. I have his email address but will wait a day before contacting him as I need to completely get my mind wrapped around this. My heart is already there and I want to contact him right now. But I really need think about the fact that I am actually shocked that I have an older brother. At 55 I didn’t think anything in the world could shock me anymore, but here I am pondering thoughts of so many questions I want to ask.