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.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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Mcferran Avatar
September 30, 2018 at 4:53 PM
That is so sad. So many times, people reject what they need the most when they are depressed (as you undoubtedly would've been an encouragement to her if she hadn't shut you out...). As the others have said, someone else will be grateful for those gifts... and the gift of YOU, too!
Krutsinger Avatar
September 30, 2018 at 4:56 PM
Thank you Rhona. I really have been bothered, as we had a terrific relationship. I have had thirteen interns, and she was one of my two favorites.
Kiser Avatar
September 30, 2018 at 2:21 PM
Hang in there; the odds are that at some point, someone else you know will have a baby boy! Beautifully penned.
Krutsinger Avatar
September 30, 2018 at 4:18 PM
Last year a teacher and a principal both had girl babies also. But I am hanging in.
Rodrigues Avatar
September 30, 2018 at 6:17 AM
These things happen. At some point communication is lost. I’ve been trying to contact a friend too with no answer. Who knows why...but will wait for her call foe now :) Cheers! A baby boy will surface...and a mother who will appreciate your gift :)
Krutsinger Avatar
September 30, 2018 at 4:19 PM
I know it will have to be someone else as this baby is probably way too big for most of the stuff now. I was so excited too. That is gone.
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