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<\/p>\nThe house was eerily quiet as my mother sat at the kitchen table, scribbling on a sheet of paper. I was anxious\u2014my wife Jenna was upstairs, labor had begun, and our son was finally on his way.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat are you doing, Mom?\u201d I asked, leaning in the doorway.<\/p>\n
\u201cJust thinking,\u201d she replied, eyes still on her paper.<\/p>\n
\u201cAbout what?\u201d I probed.<\/p>\n
\u201cAbout the baby, Nathan,\u201d she said. \u201cAbout life.\u201d<\/p>\n
She quickly folded the paper, sealed it in an envelope, and handed it to me. \u201cOpen it right after your son is born.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIs this a gift or a prophecy?\u201d I joked.<\/p>\n
She just smiled. \u201cYou\u2019ll see.\u201d<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Minutes later, Jenna called from upstairs, \u201cNathan, it\u2019s time!\u201d I grabbed the hospital bag, and my mother followed, the envelope in her hand.<\/p>\n
Six hours later, our baby\u2019s first cry filled the delivery room. Jenna, tired but happy, held our son. \u201cHe\u2019s perfect,\u201d I said, tears in my eyes.<\/p>\n
The nurse announced, \u201cHe\u2019s nine pounds, ten ounces, and nineteen inches long. Congratulations!\u201d<\/p>\n
I remembered the envelope from my mother. Opening it, I found a note stating: \u201cYour son will be 9 pounds, 10 ounces, and 19 inches long.\u201d<\/p>\n
Stunned, I called my mom. \u201cHow did you know?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m in tune with family traditions,\u201d she explained. \u201cMy grandfather was born with those exact measurements, and every firstborn son since has been the same.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy didn\u2019t you tell me?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n
\u201cI didn\u2019t want to influence you,\u201d she said. \u201cBut now that the tradition has proven true, I was hoping\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHope for what?\u201d I asked, growing impatient.<\/p>\n
\u201cMaybe we should name him Oscar, after my grandfather. It would mean a lot to me.\u201d<\/p>\n
I hesitated. Jenna and I had already chosen a name. \u201cMom, we picked a name already.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know,\u201d she replied. \u201cBut it\u2019s important.\u201d<\/p>\n
Jenna overheard as she held the baby. \u201cWhat\u2019s going on?\u201d she asked.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"