yellowducky's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Bouncing Baby Boy It’s been a great two days in the shelter. We’ve had the first baby born to a client since we opened! We took turns being with her—because for obvious reasons her husband couldn’t. Imagine our surprise when the little girl the doctor said was coming turned out to be a little boy! We had thrown her a shower with all pink, now we have to scramble around for blue things. He’s beautiful, though, and absolutely perfect. His mom’s been here since November, so we all feel that he’s partly ours, too. My brother called me last night and said he was going to go on a two-week solo hike this summer. I don’t know how I feel about that. Yes, he’s an adult and perfectly capable of taking care of himself. It’s just that I’m in the habit of worrying about him. He suffers from depression like my mom does, and too much time alone just makes him worse. I’m trying to be supportive. It’s not his physical safety I’m worried about; I know he has those skills. He’s never been good at taking care of himself mentally. He’s not as bad as mom, though. He’s more melancholy than anything. My sister is talking about leaving her husband again. She comes up with all kind of excuses, but I think it boils down to one thing. Marriage is not the fairytale, happy-ever-after she imagined it to be. I don’t know how she ever managed to reach her age and still believe in a knight in shining armor. It’s funny how opposite we are in relationships: she thinks everything is love, I don’t think anything is. I’m ready to take a break from flirting and dating. I’m tired of it all. Maybe I’m just tired, period. I should go to bed early tonight. The Pilot told me yesterday that I’m his best friend. That made me feel good. That means our relationship actually has substance. 9:15 a.m. - March 13, 2002 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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