FATHER, MOTHER & SON, for just seven days (1st of 7 parts)
(Note: This is a true story…it happened to me almost 5 years ago and wrote about it a couple of moths afterwards…I want to share this experience in this blog site.)
Life is an emotional rollercoaster mounted on a switchback stuffed with twizzles and twines.
Yesterday, a person could be beaming with so much happiness laughing so contagiously and shaking hands or exchanging high fives with just about anyone. Today, that person be crying a river in a desolate room smarting from the pains inflicted by something or someone. Tomorrow, what will it be? Nobody knows! It is either that that person would have licked his emotional wounds and will emerge from that desolate room, learn to smile again and gradually laugh his way out of whatever bad experiences he suffered from or that person may continuously plummet in the unfathomable depths of sadness.
Perhaps everything may depend on whatever twists and turns that may have been laid down by the GRAND DESIGNER of the switchback where our personal roller coasters run. We may desire all that we want to alter the course of our roller coaster and wriggle out of the undesirable whirl in the switchback. But that’s impossible. Life is said to be spontaneous. It takes its natural course. Like the water upstream, it will flow unstoppably to its tributaries until it reaches the wide open sea.
Generally, the switchback designed for my rollercoaster have both enthralled and frightened me. There were times I thought I would not be able to wiggle out of the depths of despair and sadness but God provided me with a lifejacket called FAITH and never have I drowned.
The past few months of my life have been so exciting and frightening. Perhaps this episode of the emotional rollercoaster I call “MY LIFE” could be the most emotionally draining and exhilaratingly suspenseful. I had two remarkable experiences (which I guess are worth sharing) lately.
The first one could be summed up from a sentence in a short story I have written… (actually that story I have written was inspired by that experience.)
“What could really be more painful than finally finding TRUE LOVE in the wrong place, at the wrong time and under wrong circumstances?”
It was simply not meant to be.
My second experience, far more significant than the first, just happened two fortnights ago… an angel came and gave me the privilege of becoming his father for seven days. I wanted it longer. But from up there in the switchback (and up there I felt enormous joy) I was pulled down, passed by a twist, my rollercoaster made a sudden stop… and the angel was gone.
That forced me to retreat back to the desolate room where I cried not a river but an ocean. I cried for the two experiences I just had… those two bends I passed through in the switchback were just too much… But not for long, I opened the room of despair and sadness, jumped out of it, learned to smile, and gradually laughed my way out of those twin events in my life.
I chose not to dwell on the first experience, not at this time. The second one is more worth sharing at this point. Let me share it to you in seven installments… from Day 1 to Day 7!
DAY 1 – Tuesday
Yes, an angel came from heaven, transmogrified himself into a baby boy and presented himself to someone we’ll just call Sister Babe. That Tuesday morning, while grooming myself for work, Sister Babe came calling. Even without me seeing the one calling out my name from the terrace of our humble abode, I was pretty sure it was Sister Babe, that bass booming voice sounds so familiar.
As I opened the front door leading to the terrace. what greeted me was like a scene from a movie – an old frowzy woman standing cleaving to a new-born infant slovenly swathed in an old blanket. She inquired if I still wanted to adopt a child and entreated me to get the baby she was clutching.
Of course, I wanted so badly to have a kid at home. My 14-year marriage has been fruitless… our house, eerie silent, has been wanting to be invaded by the reverberating cries and the timorous laughter of a baby. But that notwithstanding, I just could not grab the baby from the hands of Sister Babe. I wanted to make sure that there was no monkey business involved in the process, I needed to do some background check. Besides, I wanted to talk it over first with my wife.
I then told Sister Babe that we will inform her that night about my decision regarding the baby.
Before leaving for work, I woke up my wife, who, as usual, was still sleeping and informed her about the baby. I saw her eyes sparkled in excitement. However, I cautioned her not to make any decision without us talking about it. Besides, I have been talking to another party regarding a 7-month old baby named Niña.
But as I was having a meeting with my colleagues in school, it was almost noontime already, I received a call from my wife. She told me that another party was interested in taking the baby, thus my decision was already needed. I told her to give me until evening to decide. But she was adamant in asking me to decide earlier. That’s her, what she wants, she should get immediately. It has always been like that. She told me a mouthful, about being indecisive and the likes…
With my back on the wall, I retorted by saying that I would leave the decision to her. But, I assured her of my support for whatever decision that she would be making. I cut abruptly our talk because we would only be running in circles. Never had she made a major decision in our entire union as husband and wife. I doubted if she would do so that time.
After a couple of hours, I called my sister-in-law and asked what was my wife’s decision regarding the baby. She answered that the baby was already brought home by my wife.
It was a mixture of emotion that I felt. WORRIED! She made a major decision without us seriously conferring with one another. EXCITED! I felt an inexplicable excitement in going home. There was seemingly a magnet pulling me home. Indeed, it was different because in the past how I wished that I could just stay in the office and work whole day and night. But that time, I know that there was an angel at home and I would like to be acquainted with him the soonest possible time.
I have not clutched a baby in my arms for a long time. My lovechild is already 21 years old. He is with his mother… I could have had another one BUT… she could have been 19 years old by now. With our new baby, I thought of being given a chance to rectify shortcomings and cowardice I committed in the past.
On my way home, I silently prayed… may He make me and my wife ready for whatever responsibilities we would be facing.
When I got home, the baby was sleeping under the staircase in the divan where I would be lazing off while watching TV in our living room. Seated beside him was my wife, all smiles and so enthusiastic essaying her newfound role of being a mother.
I approached them, knelt and gazed at the baby. He had fair skin, softer than cotton. I kissed him on his cheeks, he reacted and what a wonderful sight I beheld… his skin turned crimson and let out a short shriek as if feeling delighted with my first kiss on him.
I am a father again after a long long time…
I paid Sister Babe a visit in their house after dinner. It was an angel she brought to our doorsteps and words are not sufficient to express my gratitude for such but I told her about my reservations. Firstly, I made it very clear that I don’t like that the parents of the baby are just nearby, it would make our situation, and most especially that of the baby so complicated. Lastly, I don’t like that our situation of not having children for 14 years will be played upon. As it is, the long wait for a baby is already emotionally distressing, and if the one given to us will be snatched away by a cruel stroke of fate, the pain will be much more.
I told her that I could rebound easily from emotional distress stressing that I am a tough hombre. But it may be different on the part of my wife.
For all those, Sister Babe said… “TRUST ME.” But as it is, she told me that she would accompany me the following day to the midwife who attended to the mother of the baby. With that, I went home happily armed with an assurance of a person saying I should trust her.
Many “firsts” happened that evening… there were no disagreements that transpired between me and my wife… we ate happily together… we talked… we planned together… we woke up together and attended to the needs of our baby … miracles indeed … miracles that occurred because an angel came… and that was only his first night with us. We decided to give him a name… MARC ANDREI … I wanted MARIE ANDREI. But as always, her wish is my command. Not that I am uxorious, I am just tired of disagreements. She wanted Santino for his nickname… but I’d rather have him called EM-EY… I had a personal reason for doing so.
I slept approximately a couple of hours only. I could have gone sleepless and I would not complain.
(to be continued…)