The earth moved
There was an earthquake in Japan yesterday. This morning, before dawn, I noticed the stars had been rearranged while I was sleeping. Three years ago today heaven and earth moved my life in a new and exciting direction. I met my son, Tin. Or rather Constantin Pavlovic Dangermond.
My mother died on November 30th, I was in New York. I flew home on December 1. We buried her on December 2. On December 3rd I got very ill. On December 4, my dear friend who had lost her child came to see me and I received a phone call that a nine month old baby needed adoption yesterday. We contacted an attorney and on December 5th, the natural mother signed the papers. On December 6th I drove nearly 1,000 miles to Illinois. On the morning of December 7th, I got in my truck and drove to Gary, Indiana, where I met my son for the first time. We spent the night at Flower’s house with her giving me minute instructions on feeding, clothing, sleeping, and caring for an infant and then left the next morning for Indianapolis in the middle of a snow storm to meet Tatjana and our attorney.
The most profound events in your life are not planned, instead they happen when you least expect or are prepared for them. What follows for the next three years is my life as a mother to a wonderful and spirited boy, who is growing up so quickly that if I blink he will be 11 years old as he now tells everyone he is when they ask his age.
Happy homecoming anniversary, happy adoption birthday, happy day that I became your mother, Tin.
