Before we skip ahead, let’s go into my childhood for a brief moment.
Born on 3/8/1988 at 8 lbs 6 oz, I was a larger baby.
My mother always wanted a son. Her father, who she adored, reminded her of how much he wanted a grandson.
He died a few months before I was born, while I was still in my mother’s womb.
When I was a newborn, my mother was doing the laundry with me beside her on the second floor of my childhood home. She was going down the stairs with me in her arms when she lost her balance and tripped.
Cusping me against her chest to protect me, she broke both her legs.