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BabyBabyBabyBaby....

Most single guys go out on dates on Friday night.

Me?

I was providing what support I could in the maternity ward.

I mentioned my teacher moved back here because her niece was having problems keeping up with the demands of motherhood.  She has a daughter, who I've dubbed the Munchkin (she only recently turned 4), and I sometimes help my teacher keep her corralled so they can have some downtime.

Well, my workload just doubled.  The Munchkin has a baby sister now.

Mother and baby are doing fine, which is an immense relief.  This was not an easy pregnancy for her, with at least three trips to the doctor (that I know of) because of problems.  Everybody was praying they would both be okay.

Well, they are.  Mother is recovering and resting comfortably, the baby has been examined and is in perfect health.  She's a fighter.  I like her already.

Unfortunately, due to overtime at work, I couldn't get there any earlier than I did.  Well, sort of.  I stopped by a Culvers and grabbed a butterburger, one of my teacher's known weaknesses.  I shoved it in my pack and got there.  My teacher saw me coming down the hall and after a quick debriefing, I gave her the butterburger.  From her reaction, you'd think I'd be assumed bodily into Heaven right then and there.  Also took the Munchkin for some ice cream.  Kids just don't quite "get" hospitals.

You have to keep in mind that this is my family of choice.  My "real" family is nothing but drama and headaches and power plays and control.  They do nothing by tear me down.  My family of choice builds me up, encourages me, believes in me, and I give those feelings and motivations back.  Blood means nothing to me.  Bond is everything.  They are my true family, regardless of my lineage.

Mom is staying a day longer to make sure she's fine, and then she'll be bringing the baby home.  I feel a little bad.  Their family doesn't have a lot of money, most of the neat stuff they have like the PS2 they got as hand-me-downs.  They appreciate everything, but I would love to give them something a little more immediate, more direct, something to lift them up a little.

My teacher told me that me being there is more than enough, especially for the new daughter.  She told me with a smile, "Not everyone has a Polish uncle."

May I continue to be the family they deserve.

Comments

mac_arthur_park
May. 12th, 2012 04:40 pm (UTC)
That was really beautiful. You're a great guy, you know that?

And yay! for Polish uncles!
sinetimore
May. 12th, 2012 04:58 pm (UTC)
"You're a great guy, you know that?"

Actually, I'm not sure I do. It may just be the compulsive overachiever in me, or maybe it's because I've lost a lot of people I love long ago by taking them for granted (that they have forgiven me and hold no ill will, and are anxious for me to get my life moving so we can be together again is nothing less than a miracle). It's a sad fact that a lot of people think that love is just forming a connection and that's it (I see it with guys and their girlfriends all the time, like they have the prize and they don't have to try anymore). Love is like a machine -- you have to take care of it, keep it up, or it falls apart. I do not want to fall in that trap of just assuming everything is fine. Family is not an accessory. Everyone says I'm a great guy, but I want to make sure I stay that way, and nothing says I can't be even better.

It's kind of strange to me how much things have changed between me and my teacher. We went from just teacher/student to best friends. I honestly would have been honored to have been her son. I know life wouldn't have been easy, I know I probably wouldn't be doing the things I'm doing now. But it would have been a loving family.

"I'll take half of the joy, twice the sorrow, if I know love is real."
--Jennifer Warnes

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