My love, New York
I fell out of Love with NY once. And so I went away, to Ghana. And thought, every day, of NY. And then I went to Korea. And Togo. Bali too. Everywhere I went, I thought of NY. Every time I came home to visit my old lover, people stopped me on the streets and in the subway to tell me that I looked so happy. Radiant, I believe, is the word that they used. Policemen welcomed me HOME. Bartenders bought me drinks. Taxi drivers turned off their meters. Clearly, the city was seducing me.
And so I decided it was time to give this love another chance.
It's comforting to know that some loves will give you the space to stretch and grow, explore who you are, experience other lovers, and still welcome you in with open arms.
New York is a different city now; I am a different girl. And still, I have fallen in love all over again. Just like this post says I would.
Bath. Book. Bed. And sometimes questions. Little ones, like:
"Can we take Sammy to the park tomorrow?" (Referring to his stuffed dog.)
"Can I have a sleepover?"
"Can I have a dog?"
I wasn't expecting this next question, and yet, it is one I have awaited since he was born. From the tone is his voice, I could tell it was one he had been waiting to ask.
"Mom, it's important. I need to ask you something."
"Mommy, did someone else borned me and then you agreed to take care of me?"
"No honey. I earned you (his term) all on my own. Why do you ask?"
"Well then, why don't I look like you? Why is my skin different colors than you? Some people say you didn't earn me."
I've heard it as well. The questions about adoption.
His eyes turned away from me, down, and to the opposite wall.
"No, sweety, you do look like me. Your skin is different because your daddy is dark and your mommy is light and when we mixed, we made you. But you have my eyes! You have my hands. Edem, you have my heart."
And there it was, his smile. His sweet, sweet smile. And his eyes, locked on mine.
"I do have your heart. God gave us this heart."
"Mommy, why are some people different colors?"
"Well, they are different colors because they originate from different parts of the world, with different sun exposure and different---- Honey, people are different colors because that is how God designed us. To be colorful and beautiful and interesting. Everything the same wouldn't be as wonderful."
Hug. A tight one.
"Good night, Mom. "
"Good night, my handsome one."
"Mommy, God is smart. And an artist."
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Erin Michelle Threlfall
Artist, Activist, and Educator, Erin is the mother of a budding genius in his 13th year of study. Erin and her little man, Edem, have a plan to investigate world Theater and influence education one continent at a time. Ghana, South Korea, Togo, Bali, and US have been checked off the list of places to live; these days they call Switzerland home.