But I was wrong.
It reminded me of the moment I turned around.
My son, Ethan, is seven years old now.
He loves pancakes, dinosaurs, music, and hugging everyone he meets.Get Parenting Tips
And every year on his
birthday, I think about the nurse who ran after me in the parking lot.
One sentence from a stranger gave me the courage to go back.Shop Baby Gear
Sometimes I wonder what would have happened if she had arrived thirty seconds later.
Then Ethan runs into my arms laughing.
And I stop wondering.
Because the most important thing I ever did wasn’t signing those papers.
It was going back and tearing them up.
Then I asked the question I had been afraid to say out loud.
“Do you even want him?”Michael looked at me.
Finally, he answered.
“I don’t want this kind of life.”
