Memories from my first trip to Korea, the summer of 2009, during which I met my Korean mother for the first time since my relinquishment in 1975
Bridge on the grounds of a Buddhist temple
Entrance to a Buddhist temple near Gyeongju
Mountains on the way to the historical city of Gyeongju
Today is my Korean mother's birthday.
It remains bizarre and surreal to recognize that I now know this kind of information. That I now know the woman who gave birth to me after over three decades of not knowing whether she was dead or alive, of knowing basically nothing of what had become of her.
Now, I know more than I anticipated. Now I know things that I never expected to know. And I'm still trying to figure out what to do with it all.
For now, I will simply say, Happy Birthday, Omma. I hope this year of life brings you continued healing and redemption. I hope we will know one another for many birthdays to come.