26 years ago yesterday, my water broke in the check out line at Family Mart. This was the old days, so the clerk had already had about 10 price checks (when the price tag isn't on it --- no bar code!) and was going for a world record.
It wasn't a big flood, just a trickle, and since I was wearing a dress and blue furry knee socks, it wasn't really noticeable. I stepped aside and kind of contemplated... did my water break or did I pee myself? Definitely water broke...
Bob wrote a check, glancing at me nervously. I was 9 days over due, it was bound to happen sometime...
"I need to see two forms of ID," the clerk smacked through Bubblicious. Bob searched, found them, gave them to her.
Finally, we are loading the car.
"My water broke."
"Let's go directly to the hospital."
"No, let's go home and put up these groceries while I call the doctor."
The next day, Robert was born. He was beautiful.
He still is, of course. Over the years, I have held him and talked to him or mostly listened to him. I am constantly amazed at his insight, his loving heart, his strength.
He is a father himself, now, and the insight, love, and strength serve him well. I hope he finds his place soon, because I know it will be a great place. It's hell being a late bloomer... I still don't know what my place is... but wherever Robert goes and whatever Robert does, he is a well-loved and blessed child.
Happy Birthday Robert, I love you.