Wednesday, November 16, 2011

An extraordinary, ordinary day

February 2011


An extraordinary,  ordinary conversation. So many questions without perfect answers.
Our beautiful, sensitive and deep-thinking eldest son moved me deeply this evening. We starting talking about how he wanted to become a father and he inquired as to how he might go about that.
We discussed this basic role of  the “seed” and the “egg”.
Cookie" Where does the seed come from? How will I know where to find it?

Me: It’s produced in your testes when you are older and comes out your penis.

In his pseudo American/International accent he said “You’re joking, right?!?”
He cried when he thought that he may have to leave his mamma and papa when he met the women he love and chose to have a child with.

Cookie asked how we met and we explained our lengthy periods of separation over our long courtship and friendship. Did you miss him? And he cried at the idea of our years of painful separation before we got married....

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