Spring cleaning has surprised me once again. Today, I found an original baby picture. This is the first picture of me on record. As you can see, I had a Korean name and an identification number.
The picture itself is about the size of a passport photo. I didn't even know I had it. It was tucked away in an envelope and then buried under a bunch of papers in a rarely-used drawer.
I remember picking up this picture in 2009, when my husband and I traveled to Korea to see my biological sister get married.
Nonetheless, one of the highlights of the trip was stopping by the Holt office in Seoul.
Jim and I sat down with a social worker, and she went through my file with us. The cool thing is that she found a pre-flight report dated May 1, 1980. Basically, it was a report that said I was ready to fly to the United States. It doesn't say a lot, but if you think of it, it's the only record I have describing me as a newborn.
Most people get to share that with their moms. But, I have a gap of a few months where little is known about me. Was I a good baby? Did I do anything funny? Did I sleep through the night? A lot of moms get to share those memories with their children. My mother-in-law often recounts how my husband was an excellent baby. His younger brother, however, came out screaming and crying... and the joke is that he didn't seem to stop for a few years!
Whether it's true or not, we often rely on those stories as adults to give us some insight into our personalities.
I know my birth mother relinquished me fairly quickly after my birth and also opted not to give me a name. I don't know who named me, but I recall being disappointed when I found out it wasn't my birth mother. As an adult, I understand why she probably chose not to do that.
I wouldn't change anything in my life, but I do cherish this mundane report. It gives me a little insight into the care I was given in Korea and also reminds me there is always hope in the world. A little nameless baby flew all the way to the US, thanks to some kind folks... and has turned out to be a happy, healthy, married woman! That's something.
5/15/2013 08:38:05 am
I am an adoptive mother. I know how you feel about that gap of a few months. Our son was 3 1/2 months old when we brought him home 27 years ago on Sunday. But I do have the stories of how at that young age he slept all night, and loved everyone. He was a joy to us then and now. I have no doubt that your parents feel the same way about you. But so glad you have this little piece of your life before you came to live with your forever parents.
5/15/2013 08:47:04 am
Hi Emily! That is so cool you got your son so early! I would love to hear more of your story, too. It sounds like he's got a great mom... :)
5/15/2013 09:37:50 am
that was the first picture we received from the adoption process. it asked if we wanted you, of course we sent our reply the very next day. we showed this picture to everyone. this photo made us feel that getting our baby was real and we would pick you up within 2 weeks.
5/16/2013 05:55:30 am
Thanks for sharing, Mom. I can't believe that you got me two weeks after your referral pic! Wow, things have changed. Love you so much.
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