But Mary kept all these things in her heart and thought
about them often. Luke 2:19
A part of me does not want to share. I want to keep these things for me
alone. Like a little secret for the two
of us to share. He of course will
remember it all differently.
I met my second son yesterday. I have waited 3 years for this. I wondered what he would look like and his
personality. I wondered if I would love
him the minute I saw him like I did with my first son. How would we interact? Would I be overly critical like am I with
most people I meet?
I was scared and I think he was scared too. I asked him a few questions and he could only
nod his head. There was a room full of 2
year olds watching everything. We sat as
close as possible, wondering if we could become invisible. Then we were separated. Maybe 10 minutes together and back to our separate
rooms.
When we were reunited he was right at my side again; very
close. We played for 2 hours. Books, matching, colors, a trampoline, a
giant Pooh bear, a bicycle ride, oh and snacks.
As our time was coming to an end he knew and keep an eye on
me. I walked him back to his room where
he would nap. The 13 children in his
room who were not at school all said goodbye to me; and one little boy looked
back and waved, hopeful of our next play day, while tears welled up in my eyes.
