Here is another perfectly good example of how close and intimate Maude and Omari are with each other. They are busy watching television late at night during a thunderstorm and Omari gets terrified of lightning. Meanwhile, it is revealed what Omari must go through while he is being raised in the Findlay house.
Omari's Fear Of Lightning
Right now Omari and I are snuggled in the bedroom Walter and I share while Walter is slumped on his side, sleeping. A flash of lightning had just materialized out of nowhere while a sharp roar of thunder boomed in the opaquely ominous, dark, gloomy sky. Omari then yowls in terror and leaps right under the covers as the thunder continues to boom and echo with a resounding, sonorous, transcending bang amidst the sudden and stentorian clash of a golden, sleek lightning bolt giving off a lavender, ultraviolet, mauve hue.
Right now we're watching "Nancy Grace" and this girl named Lindsey Baum has disappeared just a few blocks from her home in the dead of night after leaving a friend's house. Damn, Omari is now nervously and agitatedly pawing and clawing on my chest. I look down on him and I could feel tremors vibrating from his body to mine as he leaned against my bosom. "Omari, honey, what's wrong? Are you scared?" I importuned him gently. Omari then quickly glimpsed at the flashes of light that flickered in his eyes and seemed greatly disturbed and troubled by the thunderstorm that lay before him. He didn't answer my question but then looked at me and then nodded.
He could talk though, but the thing is, he somehow strangely reverts back into a child-like persona where he hardly utters a word and he acts like a newborn lion cub. According to a psychologist I had visited, it is Omari's way of asserting his obedience and submissiveness to my absolute authority and acknowledging who is the head of the house and who is the dominant leader of the pack. I had to take Omari to a psychologist so his social worker could determine if he is adjusting well into his new home and that if he is flourishing in a loving home. Sometimes I worry for him when he goes into his childish personality and I also worry whether or not I may be inadvertently putting stress on him with my overbearing and loud demeanor.
If Omari gets worse in this retrospect, I will take him to the doctor's for him to get him tested for multiple personality disorder. He is also seeing a psychologist not only to check his mental and emotional status and to detect any problems that may arise in his upbringing, but to also hinder any already developing psychological problems he may have gotten as a result of his traumatic birth and the numerous prominent issues and events he was forced to undergo as a result from advancing further into an even worse state. I don't want him to end up committing suicide when he grows into a teenager.
With these thoughts in mind, I then brandished out a baby bottle and then started to bottle feed Omari in the crook of my arm as I settle down into bed and turn off the television and the lights. I then pondered more thoughts to myself and that was when I decided that I was determined to make sure that Omari does not end up getting clingy and needy towards me and I'll have him grow up to be an independent and strong young man with a solid self esteem and a sound mind, morals and ethnics and also make sure that God is ever present in his life.
Omari was sucking quietly in my arms and I saw him gazing up at me; he was so small and he was twice as big as when I first picked him up in my arms shortly after his birth. He was growing double his size but was still tiny enough to be the size of a puppy. I smile at him and whisper quietly to him, "Hey there little sunshine. Haven't I told you lately that I love you?" Omari continued to gulp down his breast milk in calm silence and then I stroked his hair as he snuggled in my bosom. It was then that he had finished his late dinner and then I put his pacifier into his mouth and then I laid him on his back as I tucked him in the covers and it wasn't long before he was drifting into sleep and I could hear his faint purr in the calm stillness in the air.
The thunderstorm died down and now the entire room was swept in complete darkness. I had placed the empty bottle onto the night table and as I laid my head on its side and attempted to get some sleep, Omari clung to me lightly while nestled in the midst of my breast. Now the two of us, mother and son, are now sleeping soundly and are finally getting a good night's sleep.