The Dream of My Two Boys
We were sitting in a car.
He was reassuring me that our child would not be short. Due to my short stature, I was afraid our child would come out very, very short. Of course seeing as I just had my child I would not know if that would occur for quite some time.
We were sitting in a car.
A knock on the window alerted both of us and he motioned with his hand for me to exit the car. As I opened the door, a woman with a white outfit on smiled at me. For some peculiar reason, her smile quieted all the qualms I had about my child.
He was sitting in a car.
I walked to this room, which held the information about my newborn child. The woman with the white outfit on said to me, “Your son is beautiful and healthy. He is 7lbs and has a beautiful life ahead of him”. She also told me my son’s name, Isaiah.
He was sitting in a car.
I walked back to the car and opened the door. For a quick second, I saw worry plagued on his face. When he saw me, a smile started to spread. I told him what the woman in white told me. He was not there when I had Isaiah. He was elated because he had a son. A son is what he dreamed and here I was giving him his dream.
We were sitting in a car.
A knock interrupted the beautiful silence of two souls pondering the creation of life. It was the woman in white. “You can take your son home,” she said. He motioned with his hand for me to exit the car; he wanted me to bond with our son.
I looked at Isaiah.
Isaiah’s eyes were a pure blue and his skin was the complexion of creamed honey. Isaiah looked like him. Blue oceans were staring at me, trying to comprehend that I was the beholder of his life. Isaiah was absolutely breathtaking…that was the only difference between Isaiah and him. It took me a long time to look at him and get my breath taken away, but it only took seconds with Isaiah.
He was sitting in a car.
His eyes lit up when he saw Isaiah. The blue oceans stared at him too, trying to comprehend his existence. He was elated! A smile stayed plastered on his face, because he had been given a dream.
We were sitting in a car.
He started to drive, finding it hard to focus on the road, while looking at two humans who gave him purpose. I looked away and felt brown roots staring at me. I looked up and without him saying anything I could see the gratitude in his stare. He was thanking me for giving him life.
We were sitting in a car.
In the span of the drive, Isaiah grew. His blue oceans turned into hazel skies. His flawless creamed honey skin transformed into cinnamon swirls and pearls shone from his mouth. Isaiah was 2 now.
They exited the car.
For some reason I showed no protest when my two men left me, because I knew I would see them again. He was a simple man who created life with me. Isaiah was my seed giving me reason.
He was giving me solitude before I knew I needed it.
I went home.
I turned off the dimmed lights and lied down in bed. I was speechlessly, completely, and blissfully happy. I heard quickened footsteps. I sat up. Then I heard slow and calm footsteps… I drifted to sleep.
