Lowe’s coworkers discover they’re mother and son
Oh my, what a tear jerker! FYI, this mom and son will be interviewed on Fox & Friends tomorrow morning.
From the Grand Rapids Press, December 18:
For years, Steve Flaig, a delivery truck driver at the Lowe’s store on Plainfield Avenue, had searched for his birth mother.
He found her working the cash register at the front of the store.
For several months, he and Christine Tallady had known each other casually as co-workers. Last Friday they met for the first time as mother and son….
For Flaig, it was the reunion he had dreamed of for much of his 22 years. He had always known he was adopted, and his parents, Pat and Lois Flaig, who raised him since his birth, supported his decision to search for his birth mother.
It was a tough decision for Tallady, unmarried at the time, to give him up when he was born on Oct. 5, 1985, but “I wasn’t ready to be a mother,” she said.
She left the adoption record open, figuring he might want to contact her someday, and she often thought of him, particularly on his birthday. But life went on. She got married, had two more kids.
Four years ago, when Flaig turned 18, he asked DA Blodgett for Children, the agency that arranged his adoption, for his background information. A couple of months later, it came, including his birth mother’s name.
He searched the Internet for her address and came up empty. In October, around the time of his 22nd birthday, he took out the paperwork from DA Blodgett and realized he had been spelling his mother’s surname wrong as “Talladay.” He typed “Tallady” into a search engine and came up with an address on West River Drive less than a mile from the Lowe’s store.
He mentioned it to his boss, and she said, “You mean Chris Tallady, who works here?” He was stunned.
“I was like, there’s no possible way,” he said. “It’s just such a bizarre situation.”
He had been working at Lowe’s for two years. She was hired in April as head cashier.
Over the past two months, “I would walk by her, look at her from a distance, not knowing how to approach her,” Flaig said. “You don’t come stocked with information on how to deal with this.”
It would seem tactless to walk up and say, “Hi, I’m Steve, your son.” What if she rejected him?
Last Wednesday, on his day off, Flaig happened to be driving past the DA Blodgett offices. He decided to stop in and tell them of his find. An employee there volunteered to call Tallady for him.
Tallady, 45, was surprised to get the call at Lowe’s. How did the DA Blodgett people know where she worked?
“The first thing that crossed my mind is something was wrong with him,” she said. Was he sick? Did he need a blood transfusion?
“And then she said, ‘Christine, he works with you,'” Tallady recalled. “It was a shock. I started crying. I figured he would call me sometime, but not like this.”
She sobbed a lot that day, tears of joy. Flaig called her later that day, and last Friday the two, who until then had occasionally said “hi” as coworkers do, met at the Cheers Good Time Saloon near the store. They hugged, sat and talked for 2 1/2 hours.
On Tuesday, they hugged again in the store where both were working the day shift. They know their paths must have crossed many times. Both graduated from Northview schools. Both attended St. Jude’s Catholic Church.
“We both hate olives, both love roller coasters,” Tallady said….
[HT: Fran at IL Review]
This is so adorable! I used to watch these kinds of stories on Unsolved Mysteries and what not all the time. When I was younger I’d have fantasies about meeting my birth mom like that someday. My records are closed though, so it’s unlikely.
I’m sorry, Erin. That must have been hard for you.
Maybe one day you will find her.
This is an amazing story. Wow.
Bethany- it’s a bit odd, and there’s definitely a powerful curiosity attached to it, but I have the most wonderful adoptive parents in the world!
My records are closed though, so it’s unlikely.
Erin, my adoption was closed, too, but I met mine. Your state might have a confidential intermediary provision in the law. In my case, for a fee, a social worker from the adoption agency searched for and contacted my birth mom, in order to ask her if she was willing to have contact with me. That was about seven years ago and we have had a fantastic relationship ever since.
My sister in law finally got to meet her birth mother long after she was an adult, married, had kids of her own … didnt get to meet her father because the mother wasnt really sure who he was … then she got to meet all her ‘relatives’ including several half brothers and sisters … she said she realized how much time she had wasted when she was growing up wishing she knew her ‘real mother’ and wondering what she was ‘like’ … finally she realized just how lucky she was to have been adopted by the people who adopted her ….
Eh, I always wondered about my biological father. When I met him, I realized I couldnt have “hand-picked” a better father.
The only good that Mac has is the fact he let me meet my half sister, who I love dearly.
Midnite:
are you adopted too? My Brothers son is adopted as well.
What a neat story! I have a story of my own…..well, its actually about my cousin. About 37-38 years ago, my aunt had a baby girl whom she placed for adoption. Back then, I don’t think you were allowed to have “open adoptions”. Anyway, this baby girl was adopted and grew up in Lincoln. Turns out she was in the exact same high school class my older sister was in, and at one time, liked the same guy my sister did. At my sister’s high school reunion, my aunt noticed this young woman and saw her trip and nearly fall (not sure of the exact details). Later, we found out this girl was the daughter my Aunt had place for adoption. There was a great reunion and we try to keep in touch with her as much as we can, now. :)
oops, not reunion, I meant GRADUATION.
Jasper,
I am adopted by my father. I am my mother’s biological child (& the only one).
I was concieved on a drunked New Year’s Eve. So I am an “oopsie” child, but my mom tells me I am the best mistake she ever made (inside joke between us). My real father (Mac) wanted nothing to do with me, so my mom said fine and went on her merry way (she was told one year earlier by 3 specialists she’d never have a biological child. She was born with only one fallopian tube).
Anyhoo, my mother started dating my (adopted) father when she was two weeks pregnant with me. They dated for almost four years and got married when I was 3 1/2. My father is the only father I’ve ever known and has been around my entire life. We might not share genes, but he is my father and I am daughter (he loves me like I am his own). He jokes that the only reason he married my mom was b/c of me (although, she doesnt like that joke too much). :P
He adopted me when I was 4, so I could have the same last name as him and my mom. The piece of ____ biological father of mine, couldnt be bothered to even show up to my adoption hearing. I remember (vaguely) testifying for the Family Court Judge. He asked me if my father was present and I pointed to my dad. He also asked if I wanted to have the same last name as him and my mom, and wanted him to be my father. I eagerly replied “yes”. Needless to say, the Judge granted the adoption to my father.
That was one of the happiest days in my life. Before he adopted me, (for some reason), they wouldnt let me call him dad, so I called him “Daddy Rick”. I remember leaving and my father bending down to talk to me. He said, “Ashley, you dont have to call me Daddy Rick anymore, unless you want to. You can just call me daddy now”. I squealed in excitement, and he kissed me on the forehead.
JASPER: I posted something very important to you in the Planned Parenthood thread–please read it.
Jasper,
I am adopted by my father. I am my mother’s biological child (& the only one).
I was concieved on a drunked New Year’s Eve. So I am an “oopsie” child, but my mom tells me I am the best mistake she ever made (inside joke between us). My real father (Mac) wanted nothing to do with me, so my mom said fine and went on her merry way (she was told one year earlier by 3 specialists she’d never have a biological child. She was born with only one fallopian tube).
Anyhoo, my mother started dating my (adopted) father when she was two weeks pregnant with me. They dated for almost four years and got married when I was 3 1/2. My father is the only father I’ve ever known and has been around my entire life. We might not share genes, but he is my father and I am daughter (he loves me like I am his own). He jokes that the only reason he married my mom was b/c of me (although, she doesnt like that joke too much). :P
He adopted me when I was 4, so I could have the same last name as him and my mom. The piece of ____ biological father of mine, couldnt be bothered to even show up to my adoption hearing. I remember (vaguely) testifying for the Family Court Judge. He asked me if my father was present and I pointed to my dad. He also asked if I wanted to have the same last name as him and my mom, and wanted him to be my father. I eagerly replied “yes”. Needless to say, the Judge granted the adoption to my father.
That was one of the happiest days in my life. Before he adopted me, (for some reason), they wouldnt let me call him dad, so I called him “Daddy Rick”. I remember leaving and my father bending down to talk to me. He said, “Ashley, you dont have to call me Daddy Rick anymore, unless you want to. You can just call me daddy now”. I squealed in excitement, and he kissed me on the forehead.
Posted by: midnite678 at December 20, 2007 9:18 PM
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AAAWWWWW! You are so lucky to have that kind of relationship with the father figure in your life. My father adopted my oldest sister. Very different circumstances since it was at a time that our mother could simply not allow contact between my sister and her father. Our mother’s Christian religious beliefs have taken their toll upon her children.
Sally,
You’ve had a really hard life. I think you’ve done incredibly well for yourself. Yeah, you’re a little rough around the edges, but who wouldn’t be with your history.
I admire you. Especially when your softer side leaks through…:)
Midnite, thank you for sharing your beautiful story.
A little early in the day to be crying, but here I am.
Doug
Erin, midnite, Sally, Ray….
I am very touched by your stories of adoption. Thank you for sharing them with us on this board.
I have to say something though, and I don’t mean it all to be critical with you all, just more curious than anything. Under the circumstances of your birth parents, you could have easily been aborted. I know, if you had, you would never know it and it wouldn’t matter….but I find it so perplexing that you could have the strong pro-choice views you have when your mothers all chose life. Don’t the other “oopsies” (as midnite said) deserve the same gift of life?
You all are truly blessed to have the birth mothers you have, whether they raised you or not, and wonderful adoptive parents (if it fits). You are really and truly blessed.
Thank you for adding beautiful stories to the one Jill posted.
Midnite,
What a WONDERFUL story!! I hope my daughter can have that nice of a story to tell someday.
Ellie:
Actually, I was almost aborted to be honest with you.
When my mom was about 10-12 weeks pregnant with me, her doctor found a “spot” on her ovary (the only one she had). So he told her if it was cancer, she would need to abort to start immediate chemo and radiation. She agreed to abort if needed.
Needless to say, everything turned out fine (the spot was a cyst).
As for me being an “oopsie”, my mother was married before she had me. Her husband divorced her b/c 3 specialists told her she’d never have a child naturally. She only had one fallopian tube. While she was married she was on fertility drugs, she wanted a child.
So on New Years Eve her and her bestfriend got drunk. No protection was used b/c, doctors said she couldnt get pregnant. She said she knew about three days later she was pregnant, and shocked the hell out of her OBGYN, when she asked for a pregnany test.
She also tells me I am her “miracle baby”. She wasnt supposed to be able to concieve a child and did, and then on top of all of that was willing to abort me if necessary.
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That’s the difference between me being an “oopsie” and some others, my mother wanted a child to begin with; some women dont.
Make sense?
My mother was told she couldnt have children – she miscarried twice earlier in her marriage. She found out she was pregnant right after their 10th wedding anniversary. Because of complications the doctor said that an abortion was an option but she wanted to at least try to continue the pregnancy. Obviously it worked. An unplanned pregnancy is not synonymous with an unwanted one.
My mother was told she couldnt have children – she miscarried twice earlier in her marriage. She found out she was pregnant right after their 10th wedding anniversary. Because of complications the doctor said that an abortion was an option but she wanted to at least try to continue the pregnancy. Obviously it worked. An unplanned pregnancy is not synonymous with an unwanted one
I’m glad that your mother made the choice she made, Iva. This also goes to show how often doctors can be wrong about a mother ‘needing’ to abort. Thank you for sharing your story with us.
Midnite that was such a touching story.
That was a nice story Midnite. thanks.
“JASPER: I posted something very important to you in the Planned Parenthood thread–please read it.”
Hi Leah,
thanks, I accept your apology, no problem, I am a forgiving person. I’m just trying to get you to see the horror of what abortion is.