The room was filled with people…
She hadn’t been like this for a really long time. All dressed up and mingling with everyone. Her earring was heavy when a little hand tried and grabbed it. She looked down at the bundle of joy in her hands. Her a year old son was trying to grab and play with her earring. She smiled down at him and held him closer.
It was hard, when they were told that they couldn't have a baby. They didn’t know what to do. One hand it was guilt that she couldn’t give him the joy of fatherhood. On the other hand, it was people and their opinions. She was infertile. He was unlucky. It’s their job. Did they see an astrologer when they got married?, where their opinions. Like a guy sitting at his home and predicting things would know more than a guy with a 5 year degree, she chuckled looking at her son.
Adoption was the last call. Everyone in her family denied it. There might be another way. See this doctor. Look at this treatment. Eat this. They said. But She knew they were just in denial. They didn’t like the idea of adoption. Fighting against her family,he stood by her all the way. Maybe another marriage.. Made them put their feet down.
They chose adoption. They met the mother, talked and were happy about their final decision. Everything was good. But the mother did not make it. Take care of your son, were her final words. Thank you, she thought, looking at her son in her arms now, thinking about his real mother.
“Hey, you okay?” he asked, hugging her from behind, making funny faces at his son. “You asking me or your son?” she teased. “Both mamabear and babypanda” he said. “We are good, just...happy” happy that we have our son. “Wish she was here”, she said. “She will be happy that you are taking good care of her son,” he said.
Happy that you are his mother….