One of my many blessings

Written by on July 27, 2008 in Conversations on the Healing Journey with 0 Comments

His name is Ken Novin. And he’s my ex-husband from my first marriage.

Yesterday was his birthday. At the last minute, my oldest daughter called and said there had been a change of plans and asked if I would like to go with them to an arcade place with the grandchildren and her dad.

At first, I said no, because I had just dropped my youngest off with her dad. I couldn’t go someplace like that without her and not feel guilty. She adores Kenny and would have been very disappointed not to have been able to celebrate his birthday with her nephews and nieces, although because of their ages, she sees them more as brothers and sister.

Actually, I wouldn’t choose to go someplace like that with her for that matter, and be very hard pressed to volunteer to take her in the first place!

But my oldest daughter called again and asked, and this time I had to say yes. It was, after all, Kenny’s birthday, my two oldest would be there and I just had to see my grandson bowl!

We had a bit of a glitch at the restaurant we stopped off at first. It was Hooters (he loves those chicken wings) – my first time, and probably last, (unless it’s for extenuating circumstances like last night.) Too many T.V.’s for me, all of them sports (I know, it’s the nature of the place), too many guys checking everybody out and the service was absolutely horrible. We waited over an hour and a half for our food, and then the adults got their food and were done, before my grandson got his! (His papaw shared).

My son let his displeasure be known, without being ignorant, but was very direct and clean in his anger. I was impressed. The latest dinner was free and the rest was substantially reduced. I won’t be returning, but then I wouldn’t anyway.

But that did not ruin the night, no. We went to the arcade…it was a cultural shock for me, (does everything have to scream out at you???) but I so enjoyed watching my little grandson roll that little bowling ball down the lane…his running to release the ball getting further and further down the lane! He was awesome.

The most special part of the night to me though was on my way home. It was just past midnight. Kenny, very tired, and who should have gone straight to bed, called me up after I had been on the road for five minutes and laughingly asked, “Are you awake?”

He talked to me, telling me how deeply he was touched by the present given to him by his two kids this morning – a photo album of his parents, his family, childhood up to present day.

He was moved to tears when he first saw it, and as he spoke I could hear the emotion and gratefulness in his voice.

And that was the highlight of the evening to me. Not the night out, but the ride home, talking on the phone with a dear friend who was tired enough to have fallen asleep immediately, but who cared enough about me to talk to me, keeping me awake, until I was in my parking space by my house.

I would have been fine, but his caring made me better.

I went to bed, grateful for this snap shot of a moment. I will cherish it in my heart as much as any photograph lovingly placed in an album.

Happy birthday, Kenny. And many more.

About the Author

About the Author: Demian Yumei, author, singer/songwriter and artist activist, using spoken, written word and original songs in her human rights activism. Demian is a traveler on the healing journey with a lifelong love affair with the creative process. .


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