That evening, I sat alone on the porch while Noah slept inside.
The sky had turned orange as the sun slowly disappeared behind the trees.
Daniel stepped outside and sat beside me.
“Mom,” he said.
“Yes?”
“Thank you for taking him to the hospital that day.”
I looked at him.
“You would have done the same.”
He nodded.
“Still… you trusted your instincts.”
I smiled slightly.
“That’s what being a parent does to you.”
He looked through the window toward Noah’s bassinet.
“You know what’s strange?” he said.
“What?”
“Before Noah was born, I thought parenting would be about teaching him things.”
“And now?”
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