A Desk of His Own

In college I happened to sit next to a young woman who was in the early months of her pregnancy. The class we shared was Child Development and her love for her yet unborn child quickly became apparent. I, being single and childless, was fascinated and soon we became friends. I shared in the excitement of her growing belly and its promise of new life.

Eventually the labor pains came indicating that it was time to meet this much anticipated baby. To my delight she asked me to be his godmother - "Goma", to her son. Over the years she has been kind enough to return the favor, becoming Goma to my three little ones.

It's hard to believe that it's been more than seven years since his birth. During a recent phone conversation he chattered on happily about his friends, soccer and school. He lamented the fact that he doesn't have a desk of his own where he can do his homework. Spying the Boys Like Trucks Desk & Chair made me think of his comment. I'm sure he'd be thrilled with this handsome, hardwood desk.