Mothers and sons. Devin texted me today. I haven't communicated with him in 7 1/2 years. There have been little snippets of his life that I have been privy to, but only from my snooping. I hope he feels comfortable enough to meet up so we may catch up with all that has happened to him in these past years. I know he has grown a lot: physically, mentally, educationally.
He is a man now. 29 years old! I was there for his birth, having sympathy symptoms with Dorinda. He was a little one!
I remember that we (like I was having a baby) were scheduled to be induced and needed to be at the hospital that morning at 6 or maybe 7. I woke up during the night to go to the restroom and saw Dorinda up, walking around the center of our apartment. She was in labor! "Should we go to the hospital right now?" I asked her. "No, the contractions are not close enough. Let's just wait until our scheduled time," she said. Like a crazy person, I said, "Ok, just wake me up if you need me."
What!? I went back to bed. She stayed up and kept walking. Hmmm. Looking back on it just now, I am thinking; Why didn't I stay up and walk with her or just keep her company? I remember being really tired. Maybe I had worked that day or something? School?
It all turned out well in the end: we brought home a beautiful little towheaded boy!
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