Apr 02, 2010 - 11:27 pm
(Queen reference -- can't believe I did this... I always thought they were covering)
I find it extraordinary that our love transcends generations, transcends experience, transcends connections, that we can love so strongly people who are tied to us not so much by society or personal history but by genes.
I find it not so extraordinary that in the hours of my daughter's recent labor, my daughter was my first concern.
Once the baby was born, once Patrick Ry came into the world, he became real. Before then, if he was real, and he was, he was not as real as Erin.
That may be a horrendous truth to reveal to some people, even to Erin, now that I think about it, but it's the truth nonetheless. As the thing got dicey, I was more worried for her than I was for the soon-to-be Patrick Ry. That's just the way it was.
Now that he is here, however, he has sincerely joined the growing list of folks whose injury or demise would be devastating to me.
I probably think too much. I've been accused of that.