I felt his eyes on me from the other
side of the pole. All dark features and somber mood. Deep wrinkles.
The kind of guy that if the train were sparsely populated, I would
have casually switched cars. He nudged closer to me. I was
temporarily grateful for the oddly placed pole in the middle of the
seats.
Clearly my headphones were no
deterrent. He was determined. I saw his mouth move to inform
conversation...
Ah, Shit.
I tugged on one earbud.
His voice was deep, “Excuse me...Did
you have a good day?”
I turned toward him, all breathy
laughter and caution. “Sorry?”
“Did you have a good day? ...You
just...look happy.”
“Oh.” more half-laughs, “I did,
actually, have a great day. Yes. And you?” All niceties. Still one
earbud deep.
He broke into a smile. His features
softened and somehow he suddenly morphed from terrorist to teddy
bear. “Mine was...just terrible. Haha! Please. Tell me about
yours.”
His suddenly sweet demeanor won me over
and I fell hard in stranger-love. Pulled the other headphone from my
ear. Quick, sharp: “...I'm an Aunt!” I blurted it out. Like
Tourette's took over my tongue. Just like that,
I became the weirdo. It was absurd! But, in my defense, I
hadn't really been able to say it out loud to anyone and the
excitement was freakin' killing me. I figured there was a reason for
this random interaction, and I'll be damned if I wasn't going to take
my opportunity.
The nice terrorist and I spent the next
few stops chatting about babies and family and being away from home.
I showed him a picture of our Family's newest addition (I know, I
know...I'm THAT girl. But this whole “Aunt” thing is new, give me
a break!). He wouldn't tell me about his terrible day, said it wasn't
as important as a new baby. We strangers parted ways, bonded over a
newborn in Atlanta. I got off the train, all smiles and interesting
new energy. He was a lovely man, the terrorist. We never even
exchanged names...
Long story, long: Baby Watch 2013 has
produced results! After an emergency C section because the cord was
wrapped around his little neck (scary), we have a new Jacobs! And
everyone is healthy and happy and absolutely, insanely adorable!
(Thank God. We all know I'm a terrible liar...)
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Reece Patrick Jacobs |
I spent the day full of excitement
(still am, actually). However, It's events like this that I realize
just how far away from the action I really am. I wanted up to the
minute newsflashes. Though, the group text from my Mother wondering
if he'd peed yet I could have done without...
It was a big day for us here in Jacobs
land. My bro is a Dad (which is nuts beyond belief). And the little
peanut really is cute! I mean the first picture they sent me was all
gooey and gross and I got totally creeped out, but after that was all
remedied, he really is super adorable! I can't wait to meet him and
teach him about girls, and New York City, the importance of
phyto-nutrients, and all the stupid shit his Dad did as a kid... So.
Fun. ;)
My new nephew is a lucky little guy.
Aside from having a nursery that's nicer than my apartment will ever
be, and gadgets like the “Diaper Genie” and a “My Breast
Friend” (this is a real product. Udderly ridiculous ;), he is
completely surrounded by insane love and unending support. We don't
know who he is, yet, but the beauty is that in truth, it doesn't
really matter.
My brother and I are so lucky that our
family awards points for simply being us. Anyone that knows both of
us can tell you: we are different. Very different. But somehow we
were both supported equally in our endeavors. Pushed in our various
directions with love and support and encouragement.
We grew up surrounded by open minds and
accepting hearts. Exposed to many things. Spoken to with respect from
early on. The hard questions answered. The tough moments dealt with.
I hear that my Brother asked my Mom at
lunch just after Reece was born “how long does it take before they
aren't so fragile.” She responded scientifically with an answer
about him gaining muscle control and the ability to lift his own
head. But I know from experience that we never really lose that
fragility.
My parents have supported me through
struggling with my own life choices. Talked me off ledges, and loved
me through moments when I felt completely unlovable. Showed me my
worth when I was unsure I had any. And guided me through the shitty
and the terrible in search of the life that I want. It's only through
their support that I was able to realize that if I kept grasping at
straws, my life would inevitably suck. And they helped me get
deliberate. Calculated. Patiently helped me figure myself out in my
own way and in my own time.
And, it must be hard to watch your kids
figure their shit out. If it were easy, more parents would support a
life in the arts like mine have - even though it's completely foreign
to them. But, they were always OK with who I am and what I want.
Accepting of me for all of my crazy: A vegetarian at age 14. Each
nail a different color. Growing older into an odd mixture of intense
feelings and blunt pragmatism. All eff bombs and brutal honesty. The
girl with hard boiled eggs in her bag and a green juice in her hand.
Patient with me when I send not so subtle care packages to them
filled with nutrition books and vitamins.
They allow me to not be content with
being content, and to not stop until I make a life that excites me
and drives me. One that doesn't just allow me to breathe, but
actually fuels my breath. ...and in a family that doesn't really talk
about feelings, they let me bare myself on the freakin' internet.
They read my words and accept that I value an open book more than a
closed one. They permit me to get all emo and internal and sappy
(like I am right now). With no judgment in sight. ...jokes, for sure.
But never judgment.
Like Reece, I am so. damn. lucky.
And, like me, he'll be loved
unconditionally. Selflessly. Wholly.
No matter what kind of crazy he turns
out to be. :)
In the meantime, I'm just gonna try to
keep my Aunt-ness in check: keeping the Tourette's episodes to a
minimum, only showing pictures to those who ask...those sorts of
things...But, dammit, this is my blog and I want to share one more:
Are you kidding me with this cuteness?!?! ...and coming from me, that means something. |
More on Acting updates coming soon
(I've been busy as all hell, but hands down, Baby trumps those
tidbits).
Signing off for now, for the first time
ever as
Fun Aunt Sarah.
...I'm gonna love this gig. :)
HOORAY! And Congratulations!
ReplyDeleteWe're the fun aunt and uncle up here.
It's a little different for me, My nieces and nephew came with the package. But They're amazing little people and I thoroughly enjoy my time with them. We remark on a regular basis how crazy it is that they just love me unconditionally. (And I them)
You'll be a great Aunt. That;s for sure. Enjoy this gig to it's fullest. It's yours for life. No take backs. And the best part...you get to give them back when you're done playing with them!
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