My youngest son, Blair, is 13 years old today. A teenager. Now I have two of them. I can’t believe how fast the time has gone. Last night I was in his room, sitting on his bed, leaning against the wall, when I had a powerful deja vu. Just days after his birth I was in the same place, sitting on a futon, holding him in front of me so I could look directly in his eyes, and I was talking to this baby we tried so desperately hard to have. “Blair, you complete me.”
I was on maternity leave from my “permalance” television production job at NBC News, hoping to get the call that I was being brought on staff. I was hugely pregnant when they flew me to New York right before Christmas for my interviews at 30 Rock and MSNBC, then I heard nothing. A month later I left to have a baby and still nothing. Blair was born on February 1 and I was well into my leave with no word. I was starting to give up hope that I would get the job. I remember holding my baby and telling him that it didn’t matter. “Blair, you complete me.”
Shortly after, the most enormous bouquet of flowers showed up at my door. It was the kind you see in a hotel lobby. The card read “Your friends at NBC News would like to welcome Blair Aaron to the world and welcome you to the NBC Family.” It was one of the most stunning and unexpected gestures I had ever experienced. Last night I sat on Blair’s bed, cuddling my 13 year old son and I told him that story about how two dreams had come true. A big boy snuggled in my arms this time and I repeated what I had told him so long ago. “Blair, you complete me.”
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