“The act of writing itself is like an act of love.
There is contact.
There is exchange too.
We no longer know whether the words come out of the ink onto the page,
or whether they emerge from the page itself where they were sleeping,
the ink merely giving them colour.”
In yesterday’s oh so long and convoluted post, I told you that I would share
the letter I had written to my birth mother, had the agency found her
and found her willing to be contacted, she would have received the letter.
However, as we know, they did find her but she made it clear, through an attorney’s
office, that there is to be no contact whatsoever.
And therefore, no shared letter.
She is 83 as I am soon to turn 60.
Yet there is no room for contact.
Odd given our ages.
I thought I’d simply post the letter here because maybe, one day,
it might make its way to her…or maybe even better, it might
make its way to someone else who may need to read it.
You may ask why would I even bother, especially when my birth mother is so emphatic
as to not wanting to have anything to do with me or that part of her past.
There is currently an odd phenomenon sweeping our nation.
State after state is voting on and passing right to life bills or heartbeat bills.
Bills that “infringe” upon open abortions.
Something I am finding hope in.
Hollywood is going nuts over all of it—clamoring to boycott Georgia
if our state’s bill stands.
What is it about the making of movies that has anything to do with abortions or not
to have abortions???
This knowledge simply eludes me
Yet the Hollywood scene seems to think it very much does affect movie making…who knew?!
It seems there is a real fear among many progressive liberals and members
or this culture of death, that has its grasp around our nation’s neck,
that the legal manifestation of abortions, Roe v Wade, will be overturned.
That, in the minds of many with a henny penny doomsday verbiage, will send us all stepping
back into the dark ages of coat hangers and hidden alleys should such a thing actually happen.
And yet state after state is voting, Governors are signing and change is in the air.
And so I was intrigued when I read of the tit for tat between two our Supreme Court
Justices…Justices Ginsberg and Thomas.
Thomas has made it clear that it is time that we as a nation and court revisit Roe v Wade,
while Ginsberg is openly opposed.
With Thomas being the conservative while Ginsberg is the liberal, their positions
are not surprising.
The fact that the late Justice Scalia and Justice Ginsberg were on polar opposite
positions on many court proceedings, but were still dear friends, was oddly a comfort.
People who couldn’t agree politically or legally yet who could still be civil and enjoy
one another’s company was a sign that we could still hold onto human decency, discourse
and civility despite our feelings or views.
We had hope in that alone for our humanity.
Yet sadly now…opposition rarely, if ever, will be civil or cordial, let alone sit at
the same table and commune with opposing human beings.
It is part and parcel of their manifesto…and yes, it is a manifesto.
Thomas and Ginsberg are currently in a bit of a war of words…
and it has to do with the use of a single word– “mother”
When Thomas stated in a lengthy response regarding states and the
rise in these “right to life” bills while using wording that “a pregnant woman or mother” etc…
Ginsberg bristled back not over the point being made but rather over the single word…
that a pregnant woman is NOT a “mother”.
I find that lone word to be a crucial concern and the pivotal lynchpin in all of this
The concern that many people can view a woman as pregnant…as in yes, a mother to be…
compared to those in opposition who want to divorce the idea of mothering from pregnancy.
For years, we have heard that just because a man could help make a baby did not
necessarily make him a “father”—as in, impregnating didn’t go hand in hand with parenting…
We see that, do we not, in the hundred’s of thousands of single women households.
The lack of male role models in the lives of so many children.
And so now we’re looking at pregnancy as a condition of burden and inconvenience
rather than one of hope and anticipation.
And it is in this vein of motherhood, that I am reminded that pregnancy
is about mothers and fathers and children…end of sentence…
no matter how we try to redefine it…
And so I wrote a letter to a woman who was once a mother…and chances are
was a mother later on in life…
A letter from a child to a mother
A letter from a woman to another woman…
Maybe my non-delivered letter will provide a little comfort to someone else who
is finding themselves at a perplexing crossroad…because God can see
the bigger picture that I cannot see…and so I yield to the Holy Spirit and share…
More on this Roe v Wade and heartbeat bills later…
Hi, My name is Julie Cook—-but you most likely know me as Sylvia Kay—-
as that is the name that I learned was on my original birth certificate.
I have been told by the Family First Adoption Reunion Registry that I must first include a letter
written to “my birth mother” prior to any formal contact made by the agency.
The form asks me to include 10 questions that I am most interested in having answered….
When I initially thought to begin this search,
I felt more of a disconnect from such questions and very generic in my approach…
but throughout the past several weeks that I have known that the agency has been searching for you,
I have found my thoughts and feelings shifting to some degree.
Firstly and foremost, I do want you to know that I “turned’ out ok—-
I am happy, healthy and well adjusted.
As I will be turning 60 in November, I can look back and say, yes, this has
been a very good life.
I taught for 31 years at Carrollton High School.
I was the Visual Arts Instructor as well as the Dept. Chair of Fine Arts.
It was a very fulfilling career —-one that I “retired” from in 2012 in order to begin
more focused care for Dad who had been diagnosed with dementia and was beginning to really struggle.
When I moved to Carrollton from Atlanta following my graduation from the University of Georgia,
I met my husband on a blind date.
We married in 1983.
We have one son, your grandson, who is now 30 and a father himself.
He has a 13-month-old daughter and their son James is to arrive around the end of April/
the first of May.
Of which makes you a great grandmother—but of which you may already be.
I have always considered my adoptive parents as my parents.
My mother died at age 53 from lung cancer…I was 26.
Dad basically fell apart at that point and I found myself in the role of parent.
He eventually re-married 10 years later following mother’s death,
but that was not an ideal union.
Dad passed away in 2017 from cancer.
I had always told myself that I would not “search” for my birth parents until
Dad had passed away as I never wanted to hurt his feelings…
I never wanted him to feel that he could possibly lose me.
And of course he wouldn’t——but it was just something I had always told myself——
that if following his death, there remained a possibility, I would then, and only then,
peruse such a quest.
Always being a part of a loving and accepting family never,
however, made me forget that I had another family somewhere “out there.”
I was a history major before I ventured into education.
History has always been very important to me.
And the funny thing was/is that I never truly knew my own history.
Once I became a grandmother, I knew that I wanted my grandchildren to know their
Where they came from?
Where were their true roots?
As well as what was their real medical history?
That is also something I’ve also wanted for my son.
Doctors have always asked me about my health history and yet I could never
I am a deeply committed Christian and I have a very strong faith.
So I want you to know that I have no regrets or animosity regarding your decision of
having put me up for adoption.
Questions, yes, but regrets, no.
There is, of course, the natural curiosity and those ‘whys’ can be nagging.
I’ve always told myself that I have been a good person and was the type of child
that anyone would love to have had…I’m just sorry you missed that.
And yet I also know that God’s hand has always been leading my life, leading me,
even when I never truly realized it.
I don’t know if you will ever agree to open your heart or life to me, and that’s ok.
That will be your decision.
And I will honor that decision.
I am certainly not looking for some sort of fairytale Oprah type of moment.
I would, however, love to meet you—the person who carried me for nine months and made a very
selfless decision to offer me my life…with the best possible way you knew.
I have pictures I would love to share with you—-pictures of me as a baby, shortly after
leaving you, then pictures throughout the years as well as pictures of your grandson
and now great-granddaughter.
I look forward to possibly meeting you.
With love—-Julie (Sylvia Kay)
Beautiful letter friend. The way you tie in all the current happenings in your state and this personal journey is truly touching. I still pray someday she just might get to read it. ❤️
Thanks Shara—if any body out there “gets it” –you do. And so please know how grateful I am to you and your friendship!!
This is a wonderful and heartfelt post Julie, it brought a tear to my eye. I really like that you put the letter “out there” because you will undoubtedly help others even if your birth mom never sees it.
Life is so interesting, isn’t it? I’m glad you’ve been able to process what must be some crazy emotions and put your conclusions in written form for us. Writing is indeed cathartic!
That it is Tricia— and thank you for allowing us to walk with you and pray with you in this latest journey of yours!
I was stuck listening to the morning news while I waited for cataract surgery on Wednesday. Planned Parenthood is going for the scare propaganda that the latest law trend will lead to the women getting abortions anyway in back alleys, leading to death. Stupid! There are many doctors willing to do illegal abortions and call it something else.
Why Hollywood? Satan is strong there and he is using ‘celebrity influence’ to brainwash the growing number of stupid people in America. I feel my IQ draining as I sit at the computer, but others go willingly to the TV and drain their brains even quicker. Hail to the antichrist and his lord, Satan.
As for your letter, if it was me, you would have won me over. Thanks for sharing.
Great insight as always Mark…it just amazes me how many states are passing these bills with Governors signing them and yet Hollywood is going nuts—-me watching a Disney movie has nothing, I pray, with the idea of whether to abort or not…so why do they need to weigh in…I am now very disappointed in “the house of Mouse”
My younger son, the musician was bacheloring it for three days. He went to see Aladdin. According to him, and he is critical about music, they added one song that did not match the theme, musical score, orchestration, etc. And they screwed up everything else. It seems that Disney has no new ideas and can’t wait to reboot old classics – but screw them up along the way. Ebay is going crazy, selling the old stuff in VHS. No one wants to see what they produce now.
Well I’m glad I still have all of our son’s VHS movies
You are precious, Julie. It does seem that this birth mother would be curious and want to know about Sylvia Kay. I’m sure Sylvia Kay would have been a good lady no matter who raised her. But I’m glad you are Julie and that your parents raised you to be one of earth’s finest. Regarding history, your mom and dad are your history, the Lord is your history and your future. For your family you are a first generation Christian who has much to pass on to your descendants. And you have done a service to others who walk in your shoes by sharing your story. And you have taught something to those of us who do not walk in your shoes. Love you, precious.
Oneata, your words are always a blam to my soul—thank you.
Being able to express such here, on such a public platform, albeit it a relatively small public platform, is both cathartic and hopefully beneficial to others who may be in a similar place.
It was and is important that I let others know how something can weigh on us for so very long and offer up its fair share of emotions and baggage—for all involved.
Were it not for God’s Grace, probably would be failing a bit at all of this—but rather I know God’s hand is at work and it will indeed work out to His satisfaction either in this life or the next…I’m just thankful I know that there IS a next life!!!
Again, thank you my dear dear freind!
Don’t you like how my thumb can add erroneous letters to your name?! How do kids text so fast and still get things right!?
Nice letter. Sad she didn’t want to know you. But at least she chose to have you.
That’s what I’ve always said Wally—she chose life over abortion and for that, I will always be thankful to her for that choice.
Beautiful, dearest Julie! So sad that your birth mother missed out (by her own choice) and didn’t have the privilege of reading your thoughtful and loving letter. ☹️❤️❤️
Thank you Lynn—now it’s time to put this little aventure on a shelf.
Man its so emotional for me to read this letter; I don’t know he could have not even tried to read this…
Time to her, or so it seems, has built a thick wall that even 60 years later, she works to fortify
Which is so so sad
Perplexing to say the least