I don’t know what’s going on with my son but I think I may have driven him over the edge.
Lately, whenever we have looked at a picture of him somewhere he will pause, look at the picture and then turn to me in a quiet and thoughtful voice,
“Look
Mother, this is your
child”
I am slightly perplexed at this behaviour.
When he was small (and I mean small enough to fit into a bread box small) I would tell pretty much anybody I had the joyful chance to engage into adult conversation, that my son was really, truly a 45 year old man who had recently been reincarnated as my baby. Yet, I would add that the whole process didn’t go through as planned for his 45 year old memory was completely intact. This small infant was really a frustrated man who sucked on my bleeding nipples all night and looked at me with disappointment and horror as I tried to make him laugh/smile/DO SOMETHING, DAMMIT.
I don’t know if I had some kind of depression or baby-blues after giving birth, but I do think I went a little wacko. I can truly say that there were times when I actually believed that this was possible.
Now, as Franklin is in the habit of introducing Mother to Child, I am starting to think that perhaps the 40 year old man hasn’t really disappeared. In fact, he’s now 48 and getting pissed off that we still make him go to bed before the 11 o’clock news.
Posted by Ada
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Hey, you could probably start showing him photos of Theya and tell him, "this is your future wife."