The Art of Waiting
What do you do when you are over nine months pregnant and you wake up morning after morning confronted with your sons decision to stay in the womb just a little longer? You start making him animals. An old green sweater you used to wear in high school, but never got thrown out because the color was so nice, turns into a parrot. Your favorite lucky blazer you’ve grown out of becomes a little zebra waiting for his herd. Slowly the whole blazer is cut to pieces, sown back together again and filled with stuffing. You make a whale bigger than a newborn baby, an elephant with crooked ears and a tapir looking for food. And then, finally, thirteen days late, your son is born and you have to wait again. Because it will take at least another six months for him to be interested in the animals you made.