I Am Too Something To Meet With You

I am staring at a three foot bag full of brand new baby stuff, put together for a baby boy, who has most probably outgrown all the clothing in that shiny blue bag. He was born three months ago. I had been trying to get this bag to his mother for the past eight months, but every time we were supposed to meet she would text me thirty-minutes ahead of time to say “Not today.” Her excuses were: I am too sad, Too tired, Too distressed, Too worried, Too exhausted, Too depressed, Or too something else. She never called me. All cut-off communication has been text. I have called her, but she does not answer. She was one of my brightest counseling interns, and I was devastated when she quit counseling. Now I am re-thinking that devastation. But I am praying for that darling baby boy. He is adorable. She has not spoken to me, but she did text a photo. Too bad both of the pregnant teachers at school this year are having girls.