While out walking yesterday, I was reminded once more that I was born two weeks late. It nearly presented an opportunity to broach the subject. Perhaps I would have done had our lad not been at my side.
Were we alone, I might have said, “Yes, well, we now know why that was.”
Babies with the condition usually have weak muscles, so it’s hardly surprising I wasn’t rearing to go when due.
As for all those delays that followed — learning to sit up, crawl, walk and talk later than usual — these are all now considered common characteristics of the condition.
The truth is, I now have all the answers to these questions that have long perturbed my family. There is an explanation for all I experienced as a child and in adolescence, and I have mostly reconciled myself to it.
Unfortunately timing is never in my gift. There is always an impediment to addressing these passing comments. The wrong company. An interruption. The wrong mood. The wrong atmosphere.
So instead, I wandered on in silence, mulling over these thoughts within. Next time, maybe.
Last modified: 31 May 2023
