Cradle to grave
We got a call about a potential baby while we were on our way back to Spain. Another family had dropped out and the woman is due in a month. Our hearts swelled and then before we could respond she had chosen another family. I read a Saramago book on the way over – All the Names – he’s a Portuguese author and I’ve missed his other books that I’ve been meaning to read. I then moved over to Paul Theroux’s The Great Railway Bazaar – which I thoroughly enjoyed. I bought his newer version of the same travel in the airport in Chicago on the way home. But in the first, while he is in Vietnam, it is 1975 and the war is still going – we forget about these major events in light of our recent major events – Vietnamese women kept trying to give him American babies that were left behind – spoils of war.
People are trying to give babies to people who don’t want them. People are having babies who don’t want them. Those who want them walk around with light arms, waiting and waiting. Someone in my family called me today and said, “I don’t know why you want one of these.” She has two who are giving them hell.
Whatyagonnado?