In her first year at university, Martha Einerson gave her son up for adoption. Forty-three years later, he got in touch
Two and a half months into her retirement, Martha Einerson received an email forwarded by a former colleague, with the words “This seems kind of important” and a smiley face. Einerson scrolled down. Written by a Jonathan Tallert, the note began: “Hello, I’m Martha Einerson’s birth son.”
Her adrenaline surged, her heart started racing. She told her husband James. She called her sisters. She planned to craft a profound reply – “something he’d remember”. But that evening as she got ready for bed, she looked out of the window, “and there was this amazing double rainbow in the east. I thought: that’s a sign. I wrote a short note: ‘Hello, oh my gosh, I haven’t seen you since you were teeny tiny.’” At 62, Einerson had “become a mother”.