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MAMA NORMAN By Betty Noone Who knows why two people get attracted to each other and fall in love? If the phrase, "opposites attract" was a truism then it certainly was true of Norman Nagle and Barbara Carpelli. They could not have had more opposite personalities. They met while they both were attending Illinois State University at Champagne, Illinois, and they met and found each other two years before their graduation one afternoon in the school cafeteria. She was sitting at a table eating her lunch and he came over and asked if the seat next to her was taken and she invited him to sit down. One thing led to another and they were soon dating regularly. They waited until the next year when he became a senior that they announced their engagement, with the wedding to take place after graduation. Barbara was three years older than Norman. She was completing her first year of pre-law. She would be graduating the same year as Norman, she with a doctorate in law and he with a bachelor's degree in History. Norman came from German stock and he was the first in his family to complete a college degree, much to the pride of his entire extended family. He was laid back, and was a C+ to B+ student. Never a leader but always willing and cheerfully following what his group of friends had in mind for recreation. He liked everyone, and everyone liked him. His goals after graduation were modest. Find a job and stay with it and live a placid lifestyle. No stress, just go with the flow. Barbara on the other hand was a fourth generation American. Her father was a lawyer in private practice, who after 15 years practicing law ran for a local judgeship, and won. He was sitting on the bench for 7 years and was active in the Democratic party machine in Chicago, Illinois. The friends in high places he cultivated, led him being nominated to a becoming a Federal judge, sitting on the bench at the Federal Courthouse in Chicago. He had always done well financially and socially, and it was expected of his four children to have high aspirations. Proud of his daughter he and the family expected that she do well at whatever she attempted. When she was going to graduate at the third of her class, they were happy for her, but were privately disappointed that she failed to make class valedictorian. The family expected her to aspire to high ambitions, and it also was what Barbara wanted, as well. During the summer between her Junior and Senior year she was hired as intern at the law offices of Branson, Cromwell, and Cohen, a mid-size firm with about 75 associates and partners on staff. She was astounded when they offered her the salary of $600.00 a week during her internship, as she would have gladly worked there for free just to have the opportunity. During the first month of her final year a law school she was offered a job as an associate by the firm upon her graduation. She would be coming on board as a law clerk at $60,000.00 a year, and after she passed the State bar examination she would be raised to $120,000.00 a year. Before accepting the offer, she discussed it with her father, the judge, as well with her professor/advisor. She would be starting out at the age of 28. They both thought it a wonderful opportunity, but also clued her in to the down-side of these firms. They paid you what seemed like an exorbitant amount of money, but they owned you time-wise. A sixty hour week is considered normal, and if you are a striver, 70 to 80 billable hours would be necessary to continue to stay with the firm. Barbara was a striver and she thought it was a good opportunity, especially since sixty percent of the class at the time of graduation had no offers of employment in the legal field at all. She sent them a letter accepting their offer. Norman, three years junior to his love, was graduating with a bachelor's degree in History at the age of 25. Where does one go for employment with a degree in history? Only if you continue your education and get a Masters degree you can then apply as a teacher or associate professor. Otherwise you take whatever job you can get. Unlike Barbara's family who expected no less than the highest from her, Norman's family was proud just for the fact that he was the first of his family to ever get a college degree of any kind. And Norman was proud of it as well. Both families knew that the kids were dating in their Junior year, but their engagement announcement came as a surprise with a different reactions from their respective families. Norman's parents operated a small custom millwork company which made them a nice living. They lived in a three bedroom apartment in a nice neighborhood in Chicago. Tuition was less expensive for an Illinois state resident and his parents contributed as much as they could toward his tuition, the rest of the costs were through the assistance of student loans. Upon graduation, Norman would be saddled with a debt of a little over $30,000.00, which he fully intended to repay no matter how long it would take. The Nagel's were in awe when they found out about Barbara's family background. They were a little concerned that they were Catholic and Italian, but that was quickly dropped when they realize the high social status of the family that his intended bride came from. The Carpelli's on the other hand were far less thrilled with Barbara's choice of a husband. Her father, Vincent Carpelli had a background check made on the Nagel's and while he found them honest and productive people, realized that educationally and socially, they were at a far lower station that they were at. They brought their concern to Barbara's attention, who told them to butt out, that this is who she loved and this is who she was going to marry. When Vincent suggested a pre-nuptial wedding agreement be signed, Barbara threw a fit, saying that it would not be necessary, that when she married Norman, there would be no divorce. She realized that Norman was not a go-getter but a follower, but that she was, and that she would be the breadwinner. She said she loved him and was going to marry him. The week after they graduated, they were married. Judge Vincent Carpelli would have liked nothing better than a small wedding as he was disappointed that a wedding was taking place at all, but with his judgeship, political connections and social circle, a small wedding was impossible without insulting those friends and co-workers who would otherwise not be invited. The Carpelli's lived in a six bedroom home on 3 acres of land, close to Lake Michigan in a Northern suburb of Chicago called Winnetka. He was a member of an exclusive country club, who ordinarily was snobby enough that in their exclusion of blacks, hispanics and Jews to their membership, Italians were also on the list. But one does not easily deny a Federal judge, so when his application for membership came in years ago, it was quickly approved, and with smiling faces all around, was warmly greeted as a new member. Not only being a judge, but a politician he made friends easily and was soon one of the most liked members of the club. And that is where the wedding was held. An ornate affair, costing over $100,000, even with the major discounts that almost all of the caterers, flower people, and others gave to him because he is the 'judge'." A real estate investor, and friend of the judge, offered the newlyweds a rental on a very nice 4 bedroom home in the nearby suburb of Wilmette at an extremely low rental. The kids upon touring it, immediately accepted his offer. The graduation was the Saturday of the first week in June, the wedding was the following Saturday. The week in between the graduation and the wedding was hectic. Last minute try-ons, parties, rehearsals. During this week they both lived at their respective parent's house for the last time. The wedding went off without a hitch, well, none that were important and was the event of the year. It was held at the country club with over 500 invited guests, mostly from the Judge's side. Everyone was nice to one another, a Cinderella wedding as only enough dollars can make it so. Just prior to the wedding, the Judge had a meeting with the couple and explained the facts of life to them. This was mostly for the benefit of Norman as Barbara was well aware of the topic. And the topic was 'the real world'. The judge explained that the name 'Carpelli' had clout, even without asking for it, in the legal profession. That Barbara carrying on the family name would allow her to go far in her chosen profession of law, even without having to ask for it. Therefore it would be wise for him to take the name of Carpelli in the vows. He would become Mr. Norman Carpelli, and Barbara would become Mrs. Barbara Carpelli. The combination of a placid personality, the awe of the Judge's presence, and what appeared to be common sense, caused him to immediately give his consent. After meeting with the Judge, they went to his parent's house to explain the decision. At first they were apprehensive but when it was explained to them, they accepted the decision, although with a little disappointment. Norman was aware of Barbara's new job which would be starting the day after Labor day. This gave them two months to shop for furniture, move in to their new rental home and learn to sleep together as man and wife. He was well aware that Barbara would probably always do better financially than he would, that she was not only a striver but an aspirer, and he didn't care. They loved one another deeply and that is all that mattered. Barbara also spent a good amount of time boning up for the State bar examination. The summer flew by and it was soon time for Barbara to report for work. In the meantime Norman was hired as a floor manager at a locally owned grocery market. It was a no-brainer job, but paid him $40,000.00 a year. The store was open seven days a week from 7AM to 10 PM. Being a new hire, the worst hours were assigned to him. The graveyard shift as it was called from 2PM to closing and Saturdays and Sundays, Monday and Tuesday being his days off. He was to work 40 hours a week, but if there was overtime he was not paid for it as he was classified as a management employee. But there was little overtime involved in any case. Usually not over a hour a couple of days a week. His job was to be the jack of all trades. To fill in where necessary. Mostly he stood in the aisle by the checkout stations greeting the customers, by name if possible, and seeing that all the things that had to be done were done. He periodically checked the shelves to see that they were properly stocked and if the lines at the registers were too long he took over a register, or helped unload the carts for the cashier to scan. The toughest part of his job was being on his feet all the time except for a food break and two 10 minute in-between breaks. Barbara's job on the other hand, from day one, was a pressure cooker. Seven days a week was common for all employees except for the senior partners (and sometimes them, too.). If you didn't, you were soon noticed by your department head and cautioned, and if you didn't comply you were soon noticed and tagged as someone who was not going to be a good employee at least in their terms. So, if Norman had to work on weekends, it was OK with Barbara as she was at her office those days as well. Barbara as a law graduate is classified as a lawyer, but until the state bar exam is passed is not entitled to practice law. So her job until she did, was to research for cases pertinent to those who were involved with litigation. It was boring, but necessary. It was October when the State's bar examination was held at the County Courthouse. It was six hours long. Not surprisingly, Barbara was one of the 40% who passed the first time it was taken. After three weeks of anxiously waiting, the test scores were mailed out by the state in Springfield, Illinois, and Barbara eagerly brought them to her office manager. It was the following week that she and three other interns were officially initiated to the firm as Associates. There were ten other interns who did not make it, and they were put on notice that if they failed to re-take and pass the bar examination within the next three months, they would be cut. So within three months, Barbara's salary doubled from $60,000.00 to %120,000. She was also re-assigned from the research department to the legal department and was placed as a learning assistant to one of the junior partners to assist him in any way she could. Barbara told Norman that now that she was making that kind of money, she wanted him to use all of his net proceeds from his salary to pay off the student loan obligation of slightly over $30,000. They figured that it would take about 15 months to complete that goal, but Barbara insisted that is what she wanted done. She was raised from childhood that one did not have long-standing debt and this is what she wanted him to do. Norman agreed to do it. Actually Norman found out soon enough that he agreed to whatever Barbara wanted. With her strong personality, even if she made a suggestion it somehow came out as if she were giving an order, and it was easy for Norman to go along with it. But life at home did change. Barbara's life, as well as everyone else in her firm, found that the law firm of Branson, Cromwell and Cohen, owned their employees. Even when one was at home during those rare times, there hardly was a time when the cell phone did not ring with calls from the office, interrupting your free time. By the time Barbara did return home from a day at the office, she was so exhausted that all she could do was to kick off her heels and plop on the sofa in the family room. Her exhaustion and need for sleep, meant that their sex life was intermittent and rarer than even when they were students at college. She was often out of the house before Norman even woke up. There was no time for Barbara to do what would be called wifely duties, such as making the bed, doing the laundry, cleaning the house or shopping for and cooking the meals. Because the firm ran almost on a 24 hour basis, they had a cafeteria on the premises that was open all of the time, seven days a week. Anything from breakfast to dinner to snacks were available all of the time. The firm was very liberal insofar that there was no charge for any employee to eat anything at any time. The food was also first class and tasty. Most employees soon found that it was convenient to eat all of their meals at the company cafeteria. There was a class distinction however. Secretaries, clerks, interns and other such employees ate in the general eating area, but there was a special room for Associates and higher ups that was furnished more elegantly. The main perk was that they had a bus boy to take their empty dishes back to the kitchen whereas the general employees had to bring their own plates back and place them on the conveyor belt to be washed. The firm paid well, but they owned you. So Norman found that he was making the beds in the morning, tidying up the house, and picking up the dirty laundry and doing the wash. He came from a family where all children, whether male or female, helped out in every part of the house. So he was raised in knowing how to sort clothes for the washing machine, and was not a stranger to working in the kitchen. He was also very lonely. He missed Barbara's company and warm body. By the time he returned home on work days it was 11pm and Barbara was most often sound asleep in their bedroom. Not often, but some nights, Norman would find a note pasted on the bedroom door, that she was not to be disturbed, and on those nights Norman found himself sleeping in the guest room He would have liked to ask Barbara why in the morning, but found that when he woke up she was long gone. But her clothing from the previous day was littered about the room and it became Norman's job to pick up after her. Being a child of privilege, and raised with maids, Barbara was not taught how to look after herself, and knew that others would pick up after her. Barbara's new job was not one for a newlywed. But she was happy at the firm and found her new boss willing to help, teach her and guide her. Better yet, he was one of those few who was secure enough be willing to promote a talented underling. It didn't hurt that privately, word came down from the top that the daughter of the Federal judge was 'special' to the firm, and if she had the talent, she was to be pushed along toward a promotion in due time. Due time meant a minimum of five years as an associate, but it also meant that as she learned her craft her duties would be expanded to meeting with and serving the clients. At the beginning, less important ones, to be sure, but with experience and some good luck, clients of importance. She would at least be part of the meeting her partner had with his clients, and when trials occurred she would be sitting in what would be called the 'second chair'. It was long hours and exhausting work, but she loved every minute of it. It was adrenalin to her body. She was on a high. At she was good. She had a brilliant mind, and better yet, the drive to want to eventually make partner in the firm. The firm did not handle local cases, and yet they did. If a new client contacted them to handle divorces, traffic violations, domestic violence issues, and other typical cases that local attorneys make their living doing, they were told that they did not handle these cases. and would be told to go elsewhere. But if a corporate client came to them with these issues, rather than send them to another firm, they would handle if for him. Of course at the usual corporate rates. This was what the junior associate at the firm was being trained to handle. Usually they are no-brainers, such as appearing alongside the client at a traffic court hearing, but an occasional divorce became a sticky proposition and in these cases the partner would take over and handle it himself. The junior would be alongside watching and learning, as well as tutorials by the mentor to the associate as to why certain things were or were not done in the representation. Barbara was a quick learner and within the short time of one year at being a junior associate she was allowed to handle minor cases without supervision. But she was good. Very good. It sounds impossible, but she came back a victor every time she represented a client. She did her homework, made her presentations in court flawlessly. She always wore what she called her 'uniform' when in court. A navy blue or dark grey skirted suit. Her hair which came down to her shoulders was left long but was set that it didn't fall in her face causing her to use the feminine gestures of pushing her hair back. She thought it would be distracting from her presentation. She wore heels, but never stilletos. Her skirts came just above her knee, fashionable but not sexy. She was beautiful but was careful to see that her appearance did not detract from her presentation. If it was a bench trial, that is, being heard and judged by the judge instead of a jury, the name Carpelli had clout. The hearing judge always made an effort to give as much slack to her as possible without becoming it becoming evident that there was some bias on the part of the court. It soon became evident to the firm that every time she handled a case, she came back victorious. And the senior partners involved were glad that they were justified in tagging her for quick promotion. The firm had an unwritten policy that one must stay a junior for at least five years before becoming a senior associate. After the first year as a highly successful junior, the senior partner had a meeting with her and her mentor and told her how pleased both he and the firm was with her progress, and that if she continued she would be up for promotion to senior associate at the unprecedented speed of only an additional two years of being a junior associate. But the hours worked did not lessen. The only time that she knew she could be home with Norman for dinner was on holidays where the courts were closed. This does not mean that one did not go to the office, but it did mean that you could get away sometimes after 2PM instead of 10 PM or later. She always let Norman know in advance and he would see to it that a nice dinner was prepared with wine and later they would be able to have a sexual relationship, which these days was not very often. The hardest days for Norman was on his days off on Monday and Tuesday. The rest of the week there were chores to do around the house. Making the bed, doing the laundry, hand washing Barbara's personal clothing such as bras, underwear and stockings. Going shopping for food. On workday mornings he slept until about nine and between his chores the morning went fast. He reported to work at 1:30 shortly after he had his lunch and did not get home until close to 11 PM. He found that eating by oneself is not an appetite enhancer and was beginning to prepare easier and smaller meals for himself. After the first three months he lost about 10 pounds and had to have his slacks altered and purchase a couple of new belts in a smaller size. Everyone said how much better he looked and it caused him to join a local health club and began to spend a couple of hours each day of his days off, at the gym, working out. This toned his weight loss and indeed he began to take pride in his appearance. He also bought several cook books in an attempt to make a better presentation for himself, and shortly became quite handy in the kitchen. His mother always told him, if you can read, you can cook. All you need to do is to follow the recipe. But like all good cooks he soon learned the recipes by heart and did not need to refer to them while in the kitchen. He was still totally in love with Barbara, but it seemed that she had little time for him. Often she was sound asleep when he arrived home, but most often he was asleep when she finally came to bed. Sex was no longer considered since she was in a constant state of physical and mental exhaustion. Not emotionally however. Her job became her life. She loved Norman, but she realized that her true loves were the law, and the firm. Norman came in third. And this is how they lived for the next year. It was two years in her junior associate position when the worst possible news (at least to Barbara) came. She was pregnant. That means she would be pregnant for most of what she hoped to be her final year of being a junior, and she worried about the consequences of being a mother and taking care of the baby would do to her chances of promotion. Norman was elated at the news He wanted to start a family, and he realized that the baby would mean that Barbara would not be able to work the hours as she now does and that their lives would become more normal. The only thing in their marriage that was not a concern was money. Norman's student loan was now paid in full and his now $45,000.00 year salary was deposited in the joint checking account along with Barbara's now $145,000.00 salary. They could afford almost anything they wanted, unfortunately there just wasn't any time for it. So, Norman was elated at the news. But Barbara was not. She thought about it a lot. She was not prepared to throw away all that she worked so hard for, and give up her chances at promotion. She had her sights on eventually making partner in the firm and convinced herself that if anyone could make it, she could. She was also correct in that conclusion. Eventually she came to a decision. Norman would have to quit his job and raise the baby. She kept this decision to herself until her seventh month. Norman always accompanied her to the doctor's office and attended the LaMaze classes with her. Barbara made sure he participated in those classes when the mothers-to- be were taught how to hold the baby, bathe it, and feed it. Norman willingly obliged although he was the only male who participated in those classes. Norman was oblivious to that fact and happily participated in how to take care of the new-born. At the beginning of her ninth month, in what was scheduled to be a normal delivery, she sat Norman down one evening and explained her decision to him. He wondered why they just didn't hire a nanny and she said she didn't want a stranger raising her son. They already knew it was going to be a boy through the benefit of an ultra-sound examination. She also said that the nanny would cost as much as what he was bringing home so what was the point? As usual, Norman agreed that he would take care of the house and raise the baby. All the while doing the chores it never occurred to him that it was 'woman's work'. It was a job that need done and he just did it. He felt the same way about having to raise his son. Barbara worked until the last week of her pregnancy. Norman was already off of work a full week now, and he drove and picked Barbara up from the office as she could no longer fit in the driver's side of her car. Norman also had a list given him at the doctor's office of the things that the house will need for the baby. Diapers, baby oil, soap, bottles, formula (Barbara long ago announced she was not going to breast feed the infant) and such. The crib, changing table, bassinette and other furniture was long ago supplied by her parents and the guest bedroom closest to the master bedroom was made into a nursery. There was also a daybed in the room which was allowed to stay. One doesn't know if Barbara's strong will caused it, but her labor pains began on the exact date that the birth was expected. For a first delivery, the birth was relatively easy. As is the custom these days, Barbara entered the hospital on Thursday evening and was discharged with the baby boy the following afternoon. However, Barbara was weak and had to be helped into the waiting limousine (courtesy of the Judge). When Barbara was seated in the back seat and buckled in, the nurse handed her the baby, named Joseph, said 'good luck' and shut the door. Norman got in next to her and buckled up. As soon as the driver pulled away from the curb, Barbara handed Joseph to Norman, saying, "Here is your son. He is yours to raise." Norman took the baby, sound asleep in his arms and cradled it. He felt comfortable holding this infant, and lovingly looked upon it's cute face in admiration of the miracle of birth. When the limo pulled in the driveway of their home, waiting for them were both sets of parents eager to see their new grandchild. The Nagel's were not yet aware of the new arrangement, but of course the Carpelli's were/. There was also a home care lady who was hired to attend to the needs of Barbara while she is recovering, and also to prepare the meal. She left the house each day at 4PM. The home care lady l took Barbara up to the master bedroom and saw to it that she changed into a nightgown and got comfortable in bed. She brought her some cold water and Barbara said, all she felt like doing now was to take a nap. She fell right asleep and slept for a good 45 minutes. In the meantime, after the appropriate ooh's and aah's from the grandparents, Norman told them that it was an exhausting day, that the baby needed to be fed shortly and that they all could come back another day, but today was not the day. So they hugged and kissed and left. Norman took little Joseph up to the nursery, unwrapped the blanket, changed his diaper and the baby, still asleep, was tucked in. Norman activated the baby monitor so that any noise the baby would make could be heard in most of the rooms, including the master bedroom. Norman had already sterilized and prepared several days worth of formula and it was stored in the refrigerator. He took one bottle out and put it in the baby bottle heater, that warmed the milk but would not over-heat it. Even so, when it was ready, Norman tested the fluid on his arm to make sure it was the correct temperature. It wasn't long when the baby began to whimper and Norman responded. The monitor in the bedroom was not turned off and it also wakened Barbara as well. Norman knew the baby would be hungry and went to the nursery with bottle in hand. He lifted the baby from the crib, cradled him in his arms and sat in the padded rocking chair and fed his son for the first time. The baby's eyes are still closed, but the suckling motion was there, and as soon as the bottle was placed to his lips, little Joseph eagerly took the bottle. He was allowed to finish about one fourth of the bottle, and then Norman placed the baby on his shoulder to burp him before allowing him to go back feeding. There was a little burp along with a little spit-up which soiled and wet Norman's shirt. It took almost 45 minutes for the bottle to be finished, and a fresh diaper put on. The baby was placed back in the crib, belly full and sound asleep. Barbara was helped down the stairs to the family room where she watched TV. Norman set the table for two for dinner and was re-heating the dinner that the day worker had prepared. Barbara said that what she really would like is an ice-cold martini. A big one. She had not had any alcohol or tobacco (yes, she was a moderate smoker) since the day she found out she was pregnant, and wanted one now. Norman said he would make the cocktail but would prefer that she did not smoke in the house for the baby's sake. For once, Barbara accepted a suggestion that Norman made. She enjoyed the first sip of her drink, while Norman had an orange juice, he being a non-drinker or smoker. He did make her a big one, and when she finished she would have liked to have had another, but was feeling the effect of the first one and decided that she better eat her dinner else she would fall flat on her face. Norman set the table with table cloth, using the good dishes and silverware. He lighted the candles and led his wife to the dining room for dinner. After they ate, he brought her back to the couch while he cleared the table and cleaned up the kitchen. He was interrupted one time by a noise from the nursery, and when he got there apparently the baby just made a little noise and was still sound asleep. By eight PM after an exhausting, but exciting day, they went to bed. Norman told Barbara it felt so good to have her by his side again. But some babies are day babies and some babies are night babies. Joseph turned out to be a night baby. Every two hours there was crying coming from the nursery that came through monitor. After being awakened the second time in four hours, Barbara told Norman that he should sleep in the nursery so that she could turn off the monitor and get some uninterrupted sleep. Norman could see that this made sense, and after tending to the baby, crawled in between the sheets to the and fell asleep until only two hours later when the baby again demanded attention. It is common for new mothers to be sleep deprived the first month of the baby's birth, and Norman became one of them. By the third day, a routine was established, Barbara was rapidly recovering her strength but made no attempt to take care of anything but herself. By the fourth day, she missed the office and placed several telephone calls to her boss to get updates on pending cases. The firm offered her one month's maternity leave, but she told them she would only need two weeks, and she told her boss that she expected to be back at her desk the Monday after a full week of the birth. She said she could only work part time at the beginning, this meaning an eight hour day instead of the 12 or 14 hour days that were normally put in. And the firm arranged for her to be picked up with a car and driver and returned home when work was done, without having to drive it herself. And on the 9th day after giving birth Barbara was back at work. Norman was not happy about this, but he was so busy taking care of little Joseph that he couldn't worry about it. By now the baby's eyes were open. When Norman was feeding him, the baby's eyes looked at him with a steady gaze. He was a beautiful baby, yes, babies are beautiful without reference to sex, and a strange thing began to happen. While this little dependent human being was being held, a bond between the two began to develop. Norman knew that he was responsible for the life of this child, and that the baby, was completely dependent upon him. The maternal instinct is a term that is generally applied only to women, but if males could develop it, then Norman came close to that feeling. He began to love this bundle of joy, more than life itself, and he was now happy that this job of rearing became his, as he has never had such feelings of love as he did at this time. On the day that Barbara returned to her office, and the time of the year being the middle of April, the weather warming up, but still a little cool. Norman decided it was time to take Joseph out for an airing. One of the gifts was a baby-tote. Really a huge handbag with a lot of pockets around it. Norman packed it with extra diapers, wipes, milk and whatever else he thought would be needed. There was also room for his wallet,handkerchief and housekeys, so he put them in the tote as well instead of in his pants pockets. He bundled the baby up in blankets and placed him in the baby buggy and went to the public park which was right across the street from their home. He thought the fresh air would be good for the baby, and he was correct. He set the brakes on the buggy so that it would not roll and he sat down on the bench, pulled out today's newspaper from his coat pocket and prepared to read. Norman did not realize the attraction that a little baby gets. Every passerby without exception would stop and admire the infant boy, knowing it was a boy by the color of the blue blanket. Soon another new mother pushing her baby in its buggy, saw Norman and asked if she could sit next to him and chat. They exchanged names, found out that they lived close by. She asked if Norman's wife was alright as it was not usual to find the husband tending to an infant. He said she was, but she was back at work and that he was going to be the house-husband and rear the child. The woman was surprised but made no outward comment to avoid embarrassing her new friend. After about thirty minutes of easy conversation between the two, where formula's, child rearing, and other baby items were discussed, little Joseph began to fuss. It was still too cool to change the diaper in the open air, and when Norman said he must go to change the baby, Edith, his new friend suggested that he come to her house to change the baby and that she would make him a nice cup of tea. Norman really thought that it was a nice gesture on Edith's part and was reluctant to refuse, so he accepted. They walked only to the end of the block and both babies were brought into the house. Each parent dutifully admired edhe other's baby, but each also secretly felt that their own baby was the cuter one. But they chatted over tea and cookies, and Norman was surprised at how easy it was to talk to this woman not realizing that all they talked about was babies and of course he told her the whole story of how it happened that he will be the main care-giver. Edith then commented, "So, you are going to be Joseph's mommy." After a pause, Norman said, "Yes, I guess you are right. I am going to be his mommy." They shortly said their goodbye's after arranging to meet in the park at a future time and Norman wheeled his baby home, feeling quite good about the morning. He didn't realize that he spent over two hours in what would commonly be regarded as two women chatting together. When Norman mentioned to Edith that he had to change his shirt three to four times each day due to spit ups by the baby when being burped, Edith suggested that he wear a housecoat or duster when at home. That they had snaps instead of buttons, and can be whipped off and changed in an instant, without the necessity of unbuttoning and re-buttoning. Norman thought that was a good idea and ordered six smocks he found offered by JC Penney on line. They were delivered in three days. By the end of the week, the day worker was let go as there was little for her to do with Barbara back at the office. Norman was able to make dinner by himself, and the shopping was also an opportunity for little Joseph to get out in the fresh air. It also was an opportunity for him to be admired by every passerby, which made Norman proud to no end. No one at the stores ever questioned him as to where the mother was. Have you ever noticed that when men smile their lips are closed, and that women smile, they show their teeth? Can it be that when you look at the baby that is in your arms you want it to see a smiley face not a scowly one. And that when you talk to the baby, you do it in the softest voice possible so that the sound is soothing to the baby's ears? And you slow the speed of your speech pattern so that the baby can distinguish the different sounds? You even revert to baby talk and speak to the baby in a sing-song lilt. Yes, you do. And without realizing it, little by little, Norman began using his voice to benefit the baby's attention span. He raised the tone of his voice, which was a tenor anyway, just a little. And soon it became a habit and that was how Norman began to speak to everyone. It was easier to maintain the new pattern than to try to remember to switch back and forth. As long as he did this when he was with little Joseph, no-one noticed, because that is how babies are talked to, and no-one noticed because he was with his son all of the time. At the end of the baby's first month, Norman visited the obstetrician and after an examination the doctor pronounced that the baby was indeed healthy and looking good. He asked where Barbara was and the doctor was told for the first time what the arrangements were in regard to little Joseph. The doctor made no comment, but made sure that Norman received all the printed instructions for care and development from his nurse. He also expected that the baby be brought in once each month, but in any emergency to call immediately. Norman took the papers, told the doctor he understood and would see him in 30 days. Little Joseph's cheeks were rosy from the outdoors,and he was sleepy and was soon tucked into bed and slept for a long time. Being a night baby, Joseph slept a lot during the daytime. Barbara was returned home from the office promptly at six PM by the firm's limo driver, and slipped right into an ice-cold martini. She kissed her husband in greeting on his cheek, and asked what was for dinner. He asked about her day, and she spent the next 45 minutes telling Norman about the activities in the office. Afterwards she asked to see the baby, and was told her she must be quiet when she was in the bedroom as he was sleeping. It was understood, that Norman would now be sleeping in the nursery with the baby so that Barbara's sleep would be undisturbed. So physical contact between the couple was even further removed. But each was satisfied in their roles. Tending to an infant is a full time job, 24 hours a day, and it leaves little time for anything else. By this time Barbara was back at the office full time which meant that she often did not get back home until after midnight. Norman was asleep in the nursery and they often didn't get to see one another for three to four days at a time, even though they were living in the same house. The order from Penny's came shortly and indeed Norman found the housecoats better to wear than his shirt and slacks. He did not even think about it being a woman's garment but something that made better sense than what he was previously wearing. Along with the smocks he purchase a pair of women's bedroom slippers because he found that his men's slippers flip-flopped when he walked and the woman's slippers stayed on his feet. They only had about a 1 1/4 inch heel and he soon found himself wearing this outfit at home most of the time There was no feeling of cross-dressing. He was a man who merely used what was necessary to perform his duties. He didn't try to look like or act like a woman. Housedress or not, he was still Norman. If Barbara had the opportunity to come home for dinner she would phone him to let him know that they would be eating together that night and he would be sure to be in his men's clothes by the time she arrived at home. And so, the months wore on. The baby developed even faster than listed on the charts. Except for a cold or fever here and there, the baby was not only healthy but happy. He loved his caretaker, and was yet unaware of what it was, but knew that it was the one who was taking care of his needs. They bonded closer and closer. It didn't leave time for Norman to have any personal life, and he hadn't been to the barber shop in over three months. He found that when he bent over to take care of the baby, such as changing a diaper, that his hair now fell in his face and across his eyes. causing him to continually push his hair back away from his face. He found some bobby pins in Barbara's closet and put three in on each side of his head, effectively holding his hair in place. One day Barbara was coming home early and forgot to call to let Norman know. When she came into the house she saw her husband cradling Joseph in his arms giving him his bottle, but wearing a housedress, ladies' slippers and with bobby pins in his hair, she demanded to know what is going on. When Norman explained the reasons Barbara agreed that it made sense. She asked to hold the baby, and when she took him little Joseph squirmed and cried, wanting to be held only by his mommy. She handed the baby back to Norman and said, "I guess you really are his mommy now." "I guess I am," he agreed. After her martini and dinner and when the baby was asleep, Barbara took Norman into her bathroom and with a thinning scissors began to cut the hair on the sides of his head, thinning out the mass of hair that was growing there. This allowed his hair to be brushed behind his ears to the back of his head. His hair was now long enough at the back to be put into a short pony tail, and she showed him how to brush it and hold it and how to put a scrunchy around it to hold it in place. When it was completed they both agreed that this was a much better solution than before. And it certainly looked neater. While it didn't look like a feminine 'do' it wasn't quite manly either. It sort of softened his face, but at the time no one else noticed the difference. By the end of the sixth months' examination, the doctor was pleased with the baby's progress and complimented Norman as to what a good job he was doing. The baby had progressed to solid foods, although pureed, and the work of changing the baby's diapers, bathing feeding, etc. was continual. From the beginning, Norman sought out and downloaded songs to sing to the baby while feeding as well as stories to tell it. Norman's voice was sort of high for a man, but still definitely a masculine voice, but he found that when he was crooning to the baby while feeding it in his arms he raised the pitch a little and the baby seemed to enjoy it better. By the sixth month Norman was telling the baby stories, and the baby while suckling on his bottle gazed deeply into his mommy's eyes, listening, while still too young to understand. But it did understand that this grown person was his life and the bond between them continued to grow. The friend he made with his neighbor Edith somehow expanded into a group of six mothers including Norman. Once each week they gathered at one or another's house to chat about child rearing, shopping, recipes and house cleaning. Norman was always amazed at how much of the women's intimate lives were discussed at these sessions. The relationship with their husbands, his lack of empathy, or the male ego were favorite topics of conversation. Most often the men were placed in a disparaging light. Norman found that he too discussed his marriage situation, which was similar to the other's except that the sexes were reversed. The children were placed on a clean floor and played with each other as best they could. Tea and cookies were always served. The women accepted him as a mother and did not think of him in any other way. But he was not trying to act feminine or female, he thought of himself as a man, he was still a man, regardless of what he wore or how he dressed his hair, but did concede that his baby thought of him as 'mother'. He had no problem with that He was proud and happy to be a mother. His days were spent doting on his son, and that was now his total outlook on life. One day while at home tending to Joseph the front door bell rang and without thinking Norman answered the door. Standing there was Edith and another mother from his group. "We had a few minutes and we thought...." Edith didn't finish the sentence when she realized that Norman was wearing his housedress and slippers, hair in ponytail. Norman saw the look of surprise on the women's faces and suddenly realized why. "Please. Please come in." he said. "Norman, you look very nice," the other lady said. "I'm a little embarrassed as to what I am wearing, but it was Edith's suggestion and I do find it more suitable during the day". Edith then said, "You might want to consider shaving your legs." "Please, Edith. I am not wearing this to look nice. It just makes more sense. If it disturbs you, I'll go upstairs and change." "No. No. Please don't. You look fine, just as you are." But it was embarrassing to both parties and the ladies did not stay long, leaving Norman to return to take care of his son. His marriage was disappointing and there was no sexual relations between them in over five months. Every so often, Norman found that he had to relieve himself through masturbation and did it sometime during the night in his bed. Each time he was finished he felt guilty, not because of Barbara, but because he felt he somehow was failing Joseph. Barbara was now frequently going out of town, acting as second chair for her boss, a partner in the firm. She was a great asset to the case due to her diligence and intelligence and love of the law and her job. Unlike many of the other employees with families, Barbara did not resent the long hours, but thrived on it. Soon she was handed her first case out of town to handle by herself. At the airport she was surprised to meet her secretary there, (Yes, she now had her own secretary) who was to accompany her and take care of all the details as well as to take notes at the meetings with both the client and the opposition attorneys. It did not surprise Barbara that she was seated in first class and her secretary was not, nor was she surprised when her secretary took care of all of the details, luggage, finding the waiting limousine, checking into the hotel. Barbara was assigned a two room suite and the secretary an adjoining single room. A meeting with the opposing attorney was scheduled for the following morning. Barbara did not wear her court uniform to the meeting, but chose instead, to wear a silky, form fitting, short skirted dress, showing a bit of cleavage. She brushed her hair so that it hung loosely down her back. She used makeup sparingly, and looked like a healthy, wholesome, young woman, who at the age of 29 could pass for 22. Both parties had their recorders and secretaries present at the meeting and it was quite formal. The meeting lasted two hours and nothing was really accomplished. They set out their positions and at the time settling the case was a long way off. The opposing attorney was a 40- ish male, who obviously took care of his body. He was polite and pleasant but made no moves on Barbara. When the meeting was concluded, and for a brief moment Barbara and the attorney were out of earshot of the secretaries, she whispered to him, "Are you up for a cocktail, say about six, at my hotel tonight?" Without hesitation he said, "Sure." "Meet you at the bar," she said, shook his hand firmly and sashayed out the door. He looked at her as she walked away, and he thought, "Nice ass." When Ken Adler arrived at the hotel bar promptly at six, he saw that Barbara was already sitting at a table, martini in hand, waiting for him. He sat down, greeted her with a peck on the cheek, and ordered a Johnny Walker Black on the rocks from the waitress who shortly appeared. They chatted about this and that, nothing really about the case, and while in the middle of their second drink, Barbara asked him, "What would you do for the ride of your life?" "What?" "I said, what would you do for the ride of your life?" "I am not sure I understand," he said, but he was beginning to. "I will state it simply. I will give you the fuck of your life if we settle this case on a reasonable basis tonight. By tonight I mean now. And I promise that you will not be disappointed." Ken sat back in his chair. He has been a practicing attorney for over fifteen years and in all that time he never was propositioned so openly and brazenly. Barbara sat there, looking sweet and demure, but her mouth said otherwise. Barbara picked up her purse, took out an envelope and handed it to her opposing counsel. He took out the agreement of settlement that she had prepared and carefully read it. Barbara knew where her firm was prepared to go to settle this case, and the terms she was offering Ken was far below what the firm told her that they would accept. They negotiated the terms a little bit, but by this time all Ken was able to think about was to bed down this filly, and a man cannot think straight when his penis is hard as a rock. He gave up more than he was happy about, but within 45 minutes they negotiated an agreement, they initialed the changes, and signed the settlement. As soon as Barbara gave Ken his copy and put hers back into her purse, she reached out, took his hand, and said, "Let's get the hell out of here." She led him to her suite, and sure enough, Ken was not disappointed. Barbara was also horny. She was so involved with her career that she failed to get any sex from Norman even during the few times a month that they were together, so she gave Ken what she promised. He spent the night, and they experimented with every position, and by morning they were exhausted. They showered together, ordered breakfast from room service, and their parting was bitter-sweet because each realized that they would probably never meet again. But Barbara got what she came for. She called her boss, told him the terms of the settlement which was highly favorable to the firm, and also without the expense of going to trial. Trials, especially those not in your own home town, are iffy at best. One never knows what a jury or judge will do to affect your case. Settling the case on good terms is always the better option. The firm was pleased and the client was ecstatic. When she arrived back at the office later that day, everyone stood up and clapped as she entered the office. No one at the office knew what she had to do to effect this settlement and they never will. She also realized that she had a tool to win cases that others did not. And she was prepared to use it. And for the following year, Barbara was known as a winner at the firm. Time after time she settled the cases on positive terms. Once the opposing attorney was a butch female. That did not stop Barbara from seducing her, getting a settlement and not thinking twice about having a sexual encounter with another woman. Winning the case was all that mattered. If she could not affect a sexual liaison she won her cases because she was prepared, and she had a natural talent for the law She knew that she was going to make partner in a year or two, and that was her goal. She would be the first female, and the youngest partner ever that the firm ever had. Her father, the Judge, could not have been more proud of his daughter, the attorney...the winner. And so, two years went by. Joseph was now walking and running and getting into mischief. The age called, "The terrible twos." He learned to say the word "No." and it was a difficult time to be a parent. Norman was involved in taking care of him, teaching him, and spent some time each day with his women's circle of friends. He didn't realize it but his only conversations were women's talk. He long ago had no time to watch sports on TV, to know who won the game, or to even have any relationship with other males, His only real friends were the other five mothers and he found that he was quite comfortable in their company talking about household chores, their babies, shopping, food, and always conversation about their relationships with their husbands.. Without realizing it, or trying to become feminine in his ways, he was 'one of the girls'. One thing that Norman did not have to worry about and that was finances. He was given a Visa card with an unlimited amount, and was able to draw whatever cash he needed from the ATM machine. All bills were sent directly to Barbara's office and her secretary was instructed to pay them without question. Even when the baby was small and he felt he needed a van instead of a sedan, a new Chevrolet van was immediately purchased and delivered to his home. Cost of the product was not an issue. Norman did not know how much his wife earned at the firm. He was unaware that her last Christmas bonus equaled fifty percent of her salary. He was also unaware that Barbara purchased the home that they were renting, paying cash, with the help of her father, the Judge. By now Norman's hair had grown down to past his shoulders, and one day while having tea at Edith's house she said to him, "You really should do something about your hair. Let me see what I can do." She led him to her vanity in her bathroom, sat him down at a little chair and began to brush his hair. She found that some of it was tangled and had to spend a little time getting it unsnarled. When all the knots were out, she began to brush his hair back vigorously until it developed a shine. She then gathered the hair forming a pony tail, but a little higher on his scalp than he usually placed it. She then took a satin ribbon, winding it about the hair, holding it in place, and tying off the ends in a bow. She cut off the ends with a scissors, saying to Norman, "There, doesn't that look much better?" And Norman had to agree that it did. Edna made him promise that each night before he went to bed he would give his hair a hard brushing so that the knots would not reappear and the shine to his hair would remain. He promised that he would. Edna also suggested that Norman shave his legs. "Why would I want to do that? I am a mother, but I am not a woman." "I know that Norman, and I don't want to make you a woman, but when you wear your dusters at home your legs look so unsightly, even though your hair is blond. And you really have to do something about your shoes." So Norman began shaving his legs. At first he shaved them only up to the knees, and when he saw how nice and smooth his skin felt, finished the job by going all the way up to his hips. He had to agree that it looked a lot better than before. He purchased several pair of women's loafers with a 1 1/2" heel, and found them to be more comfortable to wear than the houseslippers. The ladies and Norman took turns hosting the weekly gathering for tea and gossip and several weeks later it was Norman's turn to be the host. When the ladies arrived they found that he was wearing a lovely housedress, with shaven legs slipped into women's loafers. His hair was in a pony tail high on his head and tied with a blue ribbon satin bow. All the ladies complimented him on his new look and he was pleased at their acceptance. After they finished the tea, and were sitting around the cocktail table chatting, Edith pulled out a lipstick from her purse, told Norman to pucker his lips, and applied a light amount of lipstick to his lips. She took him to a mirror, saying, "There. Doesn't that make you look better?" He replied, "Yes it does, but I am not sure I want to do this." And he took a Kleenex and wiped the gloss off of his lips. It was a year later when Joseph was now going on four when he was entered into day care. This was for only three hours a day during the week days, and it allowed Joseph to learn to play and interact with other little boys and girls. It was a year since he had his first boy haircut. That happened when he had a mop full of golden curls and a passerby commented, 'what a cute girl.' The next day Norman took him to the barber shop and had the curls cut off and a boy's part put in. Little Joseph was not going to be girly. But Joseph was a precocious kid and was alert to everything around him. The Carpelli genes of smarts were given him by his birth mother. One day, when Norman was feeding him lunch at home, he said to his mother, "Mama, why don't you look like the other mommies?" "What do you mean, honey?" "Well, all the other mommies dress different. The wear dresses and jewelry (he was only able to pronounce it 'joolry') and stuff, and you don't. "Would it please you if I did?" "Oh, yes Mama. I want you to look like the other mommies. I don't want you to look different." "I will see what I can do, sweetheart," Norman told his son. That afternoon while Joseph was at day-care, Norman called Edith and asked if he could come over to talk about something important that came up. She said he could, and he did. "When they were seated, drinking their tea, Edith asked, "You said it was important. What is it?" "You know I would do anything for my Joseph. Whatever he wants I will do. But he told me this morning that he wants me to look like the other mommies, and I don't know how to handle that. I don't want to pass myself off as a woman, I don't feel like a woman, but I do want to make my son happy with his mother." Edith took about four minutes before replying. "Please don't take offense at what I am going to tell you, Norman. We have been dear friends for over four years now and I feel that I can tell you what you need to hear. You are his mommy. No. You are his mother. Tell me what male friends do you have?" "I don't have any," he replied. "See? You have become a woman without even being aware of it. You accept that you are a mother, you have let your hair grow long and your light beard is not evident. You wear housedresses at home. You dote upon your Joseph like any other mother. The other girls in our circle would have no problem with you dressing as a woman. I am not sure as to how you would look, but I'll bet you would look nicer than you realize. Would you like me to start things rolling for you?" "I'll do anything for my son, and I think I should at least try it and see if that is what he really wants." "O.K. The first thing I will set up is an appointment at the salon. You will first have to have your hair styled properly, and you will have to learn not only what cosmetics to buy but how to apply them. We then have to get you some clothes. Looking at you, I think you would fit in a size 14, but that depends on the style. Oh, Norman, it could be a lot of fun. Won't you go along with it and make it fun for you, too?" "Yes, I think I can do that. At least I'll try." Norman arranged that Joseph would be sent to his mother for the day, and Grandma Nagel was always glad to have him. She too doted on this child, as grandmothers do. And that day was spent at the salon. Edith introduced Norman to the shop owner and she was not surprised at the request of a makeover, especially when she was told the story of his being 'mommy'. Norman's hair was now down his back, but needed trimming. Naturally blond, his hair looked mousy however, and highlights were added to give it a fresh look. She styled his hair so that it parted to one side, and was swept back loose behind his ears and fell easily down his back and then it was cut so that the hair was all the same length. She showed him how to set it himself and he was an apt pupil. In the meantime a manicurist gave him a pedicure and manicure. His nails were kept short for sanitary reasons, and all he did was clip them with a nail clippers. The manicurist filed them evenly, removed the excess cuticles and applied two coats of clear enamel. Even without color, Norman found himself admiring his hands and how pretty the shiny nails looked. His eyebrows were tweezed and trimmed to a feminine arch but not too thin. Mascara was applied which darkened and accentuated his lashes, and made his eyes look larger. It was decided not to line his eyes with eyeliner, at least not at this time. Care was taken by the beautician in selecting the proper colors of foundation, eye shadow and lipstick. He was shown the difference between applying make up for day use or for evening wear. And finally, in great pain, he was given a full body wax, but when it was finished, his skin felt smooth and silky. He rubbed his hands over his arms and liked the way it felt. And finally, they pierced his ears, and a round pearl stud was now installed in each of his earlobes. With a little spritz of perfume he was now complete. He looked like and smelled like a mother. It took all of five hours for this to be completed. And when it was done and he looked in the mirror, he no longer saw Norman, but he was looking at Norma. Not a classic beauty by any means, but a nice looking woman. A nice looking mother. He announced, " I think everyone ought to call me Norma from now on." And nobody disputed the decision. Edith drove him home and they began to select what to wear as the previous week they spent a lot of time on-line buying stuff that they thought he needed. For the first time in his life, he was helped into a bra, which was lightly padded. The bra felt strange around his chest, but Edith checked the fit and adjusted the straps until Norma announced that it was comfortable. Edith took great care in measuring him before purchasing the items, and most of the garments fit perfectly. He went into the bath room and removed his cotton jockey shorts, and for the first time put on a pair of nylon panties. They fit him snugly and felt comfortable. They felt no different than the jockey shorts except that there was no opening for the fly. When wearing the dusters at home he long ago found out that it was more convenient to sit when urinating than to try to stand, hold the hem of the skirt with one hand, and the penis with the other. So, sitting to pee was something that he was doing for a long time. Norma and Edith had a great time having Norma try on all of the clothes that were waiting. They knew that they ordered too much because some of the stuff would not fit or look nice and would have to be returned. There were skirts and blouses, sweaters, dresses, hosiery, anklets. There were coats, raingear and boots. And shoes. Flats, loafers, pumps with 2" heels, and one pair of strappy shoes with a three inch stiletto heel. Norma tried all the shoes, a few had to be returned as not fitting well. He didn't think he would ever be able to wear the stiletto's as his ankles wobbled when he tried to walk in them. But he kept them anyway. Then there were purses. Most of them with shoulder straps. He long ago was used to carrying the diaper bag with his personal stuff in it and not in his pants pockets, so carrying a purse did not seem strange to him. He didn't realize it at the time, but he was having a good time trying on all of the garments and was excited at his new wardrobe. But the excitement was one of anticipation and not sexual. At no time did he ever get aroused sexually by w