It’s been a while since they had this argument. Dad prefers to call it discussion. Dad wants to see me. He told mom so. I bet mom wants to see me too. But she explains that as much as they wanted to see me they need to wait. Wait for the right time.
Somehow, it made me feel that mom just said it to calm dad. Isn’t she excited to see me? Isn’t she proud to have a child of her own? Or was I ever a part of her plans?
Dad longed for my presence. I knew it. I heard that he’s so happy when his friends’ children were around. Actually, he’s happy with anybody else’s kids around. I wonder why he’s not too persistent in encouraging mom to see me. Is it because he doesn’t really wanted me that much?
The last time dad opened the topic about me he started by telling mom how good it is to see people play around with their kids.
“Raising kids is not a game,” Mom retorted.
“It should be because they looked happy,” Dad answered.
“We’re not ready,” said Mom.
“That’s what they said before but they managed.” Dad said almost pleadingly.
“Not without the sacrament,” Mom answered.
Dad sighed.
I can’t understand the sacrament-first policy that always shuts up dad. Mom mumbled about going to the altar first before seeing me. But she said that she wouldn’t take the sacrament if dad is not really sure to do it. She said something about me, their kid, deserving more than a shotgun wedding.
I can’t really understand them. It’s confusing. They’re always talking about me but they don’t want to see me yet not until after the sacrament, mom would say.
Whatever that is, I guess dad should do it. After that sacrament thing, mom would be more than willing to conceive me. Then everybody could see me. After I’m born of course.
Walang komento:
Mag-post ng isang Komento