Since as long as I can remember I’ve always wondered about my Ommah, what does she look like , is her voice like mine, what things interest her and most of all…does she think of me.
I have not seen my Ommah since she put me, a tiny sickly 10 month old baby girl, into the care of Holt Int in April 1980. Since that day as far back as I can remember I have always longed to see someone that “looked like me.” The day my first daughter was born I stood in awe as everyone that saw her told me she looks just like you. I’d waited my whole life to hear those words…”she looks like you.” I would look at her and try to see myself in her; was it her eyes that made us look a like, no hers were green, mine dark brown, was it her mouth, her smile? It was her, she looked like me because she was mine, my baby. Emmi is now 2 and while she does resemble me in looks it is her manners an “attitude” that makes her look like me.
After she was born instantaneously I had instant love for this tiny little life, the animal instinct to protect her and desire give her everything. I was her Mommy, her Ommah. It hit me like a ton of bricks and made me cry for my Ommah. I could not imagine giving this bundle of joy and love in my arms to someone else to say, “ you take care of my baby because I can not.” I was awe struck by the strength my Ommah must have had to allow her baby to be raised by someone else. The goodness of her heart to only want the best for me.
My second daughter arrived the way I did…she came on a plane from Korea, scared and frightened as her whole world had just come crashing down. From the moment I saw her in the airport it was the same fierce motherly love in my heart for her…the same need to protect her and give her the world. I looked at her and again “she looked like me.” She did not look like me just because we both have the same almond eyes and dark black hair but because she had completed the same journey I did. She’d come from overseas leaving behind an Ommah that loved her, country and culture she would never again fit into; to join a family that loved her before they even knew her. She was just like me.
Rory is 1 ½ and does not understand yet about the journey she took to get to here. She does still say things in Korean, calls my husband Appa. But she will learn about her Ommah’s love. I will tell her everything I know. My husband often says that Rory is more like me then Emmi. Rory has my personality, my temper (it’s been nick named a kimchee temper at our house), and we both have two Ommahs.
I may never meet my Ommah face to face again but it does not mean I do not see her. It is through my daughters that I see my Ommah. I see the love she had for me in how I love my babies. I see her courage and strength in my daughter’s Ommah that choose for her a different life then she could give her, a life that her baby could have all the desires of her heart. My journey to my Ommah may never end but now as a mom I realize she is always with me and I see her everyday.
Bren Kim-Rastello is a 25 year old Korean adoptee and mother of 2. Her youngest daughter, Rory, is also a Korean adoptee (she came home November 2004) She may be contacted
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