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| "My son." These two words didn't roll off my tongue easily. The first time I said it, it felt awkward. As it didn't something fit. "My son." It felt strange. As though I was reading a script of a play. I have to practice saying it a thousand times. "My son... My son... My son..." I started saying it the day I found out that I had a baby boy through my wife's ultrasound test, and I kept saying it to myself daily. Finally, on the afternoon of September 1, 1997 my son was born. The nurse came out of the delivery room holding a tiny human being wrapped in a white sheet, his tiny face screaming to the entire world, his small hands and delicate fingers shaking nervously. "Baby Supnet?" the lady in the green surgical robe asked, looking at the room full of expectant fathers. I stood up, holding my breath. She showed me my baby. "My son," I whispered--the line I'd been rehearsing for months. The little guy screamed, "Waaaaaaaaaah!" I'm sure that everyone in that room will swear to their graves that they didn't hear my baby say that. But I don't care. I called him, "my son," and he called me "Dad", and that's that. End of story. People ask me, "What did you feel at that precise moment?" and I cannot even begin to answer. "Joyful" isn't powerful enough. "Bliss" isn't sweet enough. "Peaceful" isn't calm enough "Happy" isn't intense enough. After my baby was whisked away to the nursery, I got back to my seat in the waiting room. I shut my eyes. But tears escaped them anyway. "My son." | "The Calling" dream at 8:09 AM on Sunday, November 28, 2004
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