The Korean War Baby spoke with his friend in California, Frank Pittser who had an amazing reunion with his Natural/Birth mother this year. Over the Thanksgiving holidays he had a chance to meet his birth family members for the first time.
When I was twelve years old, Dad left us, but Mom was always there because of her great love for us kids. I was always curious about my birth parents, but out of respect for my mom, I never talked about it. I didn’t want her to think I was trying to replace her. She died six years ago and left behind forty years of stuff in a great big house in Santa Ana. In that big pile, I found a small box with a handwritten note in it.
“Searching online finds clues”
She said, “When you were born, I never saw you, I never touched you, I didn’t know if you were male or female. I always wondered if you were adopted right away.” I told her how my mother always told me, “I chose you...I saw you in Dr. Stella’s office when you were an infant, and I chose you.”
My mom was raised in Missouri, in the Baptist church. Of all the places on the planet that my birth mom could be from...she was raise in Missouri, in the Baptist church. Glen Bohannon, her husband of fifty-two years...was for forty years pastor (now retired) of a Baptist church. That first "Glen Bohannon" I pulled up, had his picture on a church website...my half-brother...music minister ...of a Baptist church. His younger brother...full-time pastor...of a Baptist church. When I was twenty-five years old, living in Vail, Colorado, for two years I studied the bible at the Vail Baptist Church. My half-sister; thirteen years a Navy Chaplain, is now a VA Chaplain. Though, come to think of it, she was ordained at a Baptist seminary. I guess God loves the Baptists!
Six weeks after that first phone call, she and Glen drove coast to coast, from North Carolina to California to see my family and me. It was July 1, 2009 when I first stood face to face with my birth mom. She opened the hotel room door and the first thought that crossed my mind is, “I do have my mother’s hips!” We had a wonderful time! We tried to cram fifty years into seven days! My eight-year-old son has two new terrific grandparents. Not only did I find my birth mom, but Glen became the spiritual father I never had.
What happened fifty-some years ago could have been nothing more than a tragic rape of a nineteen-year-old girl. But somehow God has worked things out for good. It was God who breathed life into me and chose the time of my birth to bless my birth mom fifty years later. Joanne Bohannon prayed for fifty years for a baby she never knew. In God’s time, He answered her prayers.
"My birth Mom chose life"
I am a product of rape from 1958. I could have been another abortion statistic but my mother loves God and trusted Him. Whatever your life situation is, newborn life is a gift from God. For me, adoption was the best option.
God Bless you,
In Korea, according to stats from government and NGO's presently 32% or one out of three single mothers are trying to keep their babies. However, two thirds decide to relinquish their newborn daughters and sons away.Slowly, the trend is improving and perhaps in ten years it will be two to one...Maybe one day, in our Motherland, there will be no more need for Adoption. That day is still in the future and we must deal with the here and now, without judgement, scorn, malice, but with understanding for all, in This Thing of Ours-Adoption.