Ten year ago, I was you. She was 27, I could hardly breath. We had a first exchange of snail mail letters, but otherwise just as you’ve described.
I totally feel for you. It was so unexpected for me, as I was not looking, it bowled me over. Remembering to breathe is the very best advice.
We have an awesome relationship, she is now married with a child. My grandchild. Her parents are fabulous and we all adore each other. She is magnificent and beautiful and accomplished. On a scale I could not have dreamt!
We went at our own pace. Against a world telling us to hold a reunion, invite the whole family! We are, neither that way, and if you’re not feeling it, having it pressed on you, is really awful. She has met more of my friends than my family. Some of whom were rebuffed when they tried to force their way in. For us, it’s about us two, everyone else is just fluff!
I found the most important thing was to struggle to always be authentic. I think the most important thing for her, was knowing that I thought of her, over those years. (If you’re adopted, I promise you, your mother thinks of you all the damn time. Truly.) I told her I thought of her once for every star in the night sky. Not a lie.
Don’t give her more info than she wants, the gory details of a bad relationship, can wait until she asks. Don’t feel obligated to seek out someone you describe as a ‘waste of air’, let that come from her, in her time. Do not push the concept on her, keep it to yourself until she raises it.
When it was early days, and I was a hot mess, lots of tears and unbased fears, someone told me that the experience, I was about to have, was simply the second half of something I’d already begun, many years ago. For some reason that helped me. I’d already survived the worst. Reunion had to be easier than surrendering was, to my mind.
Anyway, I wish you nothing but luck, can’t wait to hear as it unfolds, and am sending tsunamis of calming vibes your way!