Sit on my Lap - by Suz

Bobby had been there for a few minutes, maybe even an hour when we decided to take pictures. If I recall correctly, I took a few of Hiedi and Bobby first, the server took the few of the three of us and then Hiedi took one of Bobby and me.

No bigee, right? Well, for me, it kinda was.

I had this weird feeling come over me at that time and I told Bobby, a 37 yo woman, to sit on my lap!! I really wanted her to sit there. I practically demanded it. Anyone who knows me well knows I am not a physical person. I have real issues with physical boundaries and generally don't like being hugged, kissed, or touched. I like to maintain a certain distance around me and my fellow man.

But when it came to taking a picture of me and Bobby I said sit on my lap?? Where did THAT come from? She chuckled for a brief second but she did – not once -- but twice!

This stayed with me for days. It was so off, so not me. But the feeling of awesome curly haired 37 yo Bobby sitting on my lap (okay, my right thigh) is still with me.

On Bobbys arrival to the hotel, she and I hugged and cried. She kept looking at me and said "you are like my mom…". I have come to believe that somehow, in some parallel universe, Bobby mother was asking me/working through me to have her sit on my lap. Her mom wanted Bobby to sit on her lap. Equally so, as an adoptee, even one only two years younger than me, I wanted my daughter to sit on my lap. Yeah, sure, outwardly it was me and Bobby. Internally, on some spiritual level it was me and my daughter and Bobby and her natural mom.

Thanks Bobby.