Between the Lines: A Father, A Son, and America's Pastime

Cathy and Sam discuss where he came from. “Sam, do you remember being born?”
“Yes.”
“What was it like?”
“I was sad. I kept pushing and trying to get out of there.”
“How come?”
“Because I wanted to get to you and daddy.”

Another night, Sam and Cathy were saying their prayers. “Thanks for my mommy and my daddy, and grandma and grandpa, and my tummy mommy, and for my friends, and for our house, and for helping me be bad.”

Cathy looks over at him. He smiles…“Ahh, gotcha Jesus.”

Then one night, Sam thanks God for everything he can think of. Then he delivers a twist that would make any screenwriter proud: “Thank you for letting me be adopted.”

As Sam’s parents, it’s our responsibility to teach him, make him happy; to the best of our ability, remind him why he’s here on this earth. In Sam’s case, it’s our privilege to explain how he came to Cathy and me; to make sure he knows that we chose each other. Sometimes those roles are reversed.

“Thank you, God, for letting us adopt Sam.”