Here is How it All Went
Monday: Drove an hour through once beautiful, now ugly, Seattle. Waited 12:20 PM to nearly 3 PM at his apartment complex - He kept saying he was coming out… but never did. At about 2:30, I found his apartment and knocked and knocked. No answer. I finally gave up.
Was I mad? Nope. Disappointed? Absolutely I was! I cried all the way back to Mukilteo where I am staying.
The minute I pulled into the driveway…. He called. He was sorry. They were fighting. He offered to drive to where I was. I told him I would come back tomorrow and that I loved him.
Tuesday: Drove an hour through once beautiful, now ugly, Seattle…. Again. Waited….again. But this time only about an hour. As soon as I saw his pink-haired girlfriend with their dog, Steve, I got out of the car and introduce myself and hugged her. My son finally came out after at least another half hour.
I hugged and kissed him so very much and he drank it in. Despite his sweat-drenched and clammy skin, his very swollen face, hands, legs - I couldn’t stop touching this baby that I love so much. Of course, those of you who know him, know that he was dressed very well and probably changed his clothes 12 times and took an hour to comb his hair.
I drove us all to Bahama Breeze at Southcenter and we had a “birthday lunch”. Steve, the dog waited in the car. I waited outside the restroom for him for about 15 minutes. I finally opened the door of the men’s room and maybe woke him up from the toilet. Not sure.
Then they needed to return some things to Nordstrom Rack. I waited with Steve-the-dog in the car, two hours later they finally emerged.
I took them back to their apartment. I asked them if I could pray with them. They said yes, so I took both of their precious hands and asked God to heal and be with them. They were receptive.
Girlfriend went in with Steve-the-dog and my precious son sat in my car and talked for another hour.
All in all, it was a good day. I reminded myself going there that I could not have any expectations. And I didn’t. And it worked the way it was supposed to. They both gave me gifts. He gave me two Dr. Suess books for my collection and Girlfriend gave me a beautiful cross necklace that she had made. Her mother died of a drug overdose when she was 15. She has no family. She was happy I liked the necklace and when I hugged her goodbye, I told her thanks for loving my son and that I loved her. She said she loved me too.
When I said goodbye to my firstborn son, it was very hard to let him go. Very hard.
{Thanks to my sis for the scripture and title}
