We sat at the table for breakfast, waiting for our friend to come and stay with our eldest son, who was very young.
I remember July was a hot summer day հ one of those mornings when my wife and I talked about ordinary things. Then the calm broke from the squeak of the tires, when the car stopped at the bus stop, the car door closed tightly.
Seconds later, the front door opened, and our friend, his hair untroubled and looking panicked in his face, burst into the kitchen shouting something about how he got there as soon as possible. . “O MY GOD WHAT ARE YOU DOING?”
We calmly replied that we had breakfast.
Our friend’s concern was understandable. He had no children, so he felt that when a pregnant woman began to shrink, she should be rushed to the hospital, otherwise the baby would be born right there on the kitchen floor. But this was our second rodeo. And the contractions were far apart. I mean, my wife, we had a long way to go.
That was 31 years ago this week when Nick was born. A long time ago.
When my wife was pregnant with Ryan, who was our first, we acted like a friend of ours who rushed in so fast she didn’t have time to wash her hair. I was a college student at the time, so when I ran around the room looking for the book Daddy for the First Time for Fraud, he gently reminded me to forget about following the rules and just go get a car. We rushed to the hospital with the red lights on, then waited 18 hours for her to be born. Yeah Al that sounds pretty crap to me, Looks like BT aint for me either, Looks like BT aint for me either.
So when she was pregnant with Nick, things were a little different. We knew we had time. What we did not have was family. That’s because it was mid-July, which happened to be the holiday month. And there were no cell phones or emails then.
After the baby was born, we kind of sat there. Of course, we were happy, the mother and baby were healthy, but all of our families were gone, so we could not share the happiness. The nurses quickly learned to break our violence. These days, all we have to do is send texts or post them on Facebook. we do not even have to talk to anyone physically, the word: can spread to thousands in a matter of minutes.
In fact, I like old horses better. Neighbors and friends և colleagues filled in the gaps, no one needed to spend the night. It was 1990, not 1960, but a lot has changed in those 31 years. Nick grew up, joined the army at the age of 17, destroyed my truck, blamed his brother for it, worked hard, got married, and now has a home.
Many other things I can ask for. Well, there is something …
Ray Kisonas is the regional editor of The Monroe News և The Daily Telegram. You can contact him at email@example.com.
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