Twenty-five years ago my husband and I were blessed with a
son whom we named Tristan. I was inspired by the younger brother on “All
Creatures Great and Small” and my husband by the famous opera. Our son came not upon
his due date, but on the day he chose, which just happened to be the anniversary
of Napoleon crowning himself emperor. Our son waited till the last minute to
arrive as, we found out, is his custom.
When Tristan was born
he didn’t cry. He barely made any sound at all. The doctor gently forced him to
make some noise so she knew he was all right, but he didn’t feel inclined to
aid her. He peered out at us as if a more knowledgeable person waited behind those
all-seeing eyes. As if to say to us, “I don’t think I’m ready yet so you’ll
just have to wait.” And wait we did and still do. Once he chose to participate in this
world, he took it at his own pace and made sure we knew it when he felt rushed.
As a man in his own right now and no longer “our son” only, he speaks fluent English
and French and is a musician who writes his own songs.
Tristan still, and always has, had a habit of waiting till
the “last minute” for anything. To be born, to go to school, to do homework, to
make sure he has what he needs for a gig, or for work, or gas in his car, or
his wallet or keys. I think this comes
from his unwillingness to join the rest of the world’s time table. He likes to
set his own. I don’t know if he’ll ever make it to the “big time”with
his music, but he’s one heck of a writer and has a guardian angel who works
miracles for him so who knows? Why not? Maybe he’ll even take me seriously one
day and use the name I know he’s destined to use for his band. Maybe one day
you’ll hear a song that knocks you off your feet and you’ll find out the name of
the singer/group is “Last Minute Son.” Maybe it will tweak your memory and you’ll
search the web only to find this little bit of - for the time being “unknown”- history
on that superstar. You’ll proudly tweet it to all your followers and find
yourself, unlike my “Last Minute Son,” ahead of the game.
Tristan can be found at:
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