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Monday, March 03, 2008

Today is the day. After three months and a handful of days, this is the day my son comes home. It is marked by clear blue skies, partial sun, and warmth. Little songbirds are fluttering through our backyard. The Toddler woke up and was crying in my arms at breakfast time insisting that she was my baby- after all this time we still didn't know how much she understood what was happening. She doesn't like to talk to us, or communicate with us, and there's almost no way to tell what makes it into her head. But now I know that she knows, and as I wiped her tears away this morning it was crystal clear to all that she knows that there will be a baby coming here to stay. And she's a little unsure of where her place will be in all of this; yet I think that everything can be dealt with as long as there are tons and tons of snuggles and reassurances that she's still our baby as well. No one can replace her in our hearts and affections. Parents' hearts are big enough to hold all of their children.

2 comments:

Pollyanna said...

Oh, congratulations! I'm so happy for you!

Fireflower said...

Thank you, but it seems my bliss was misplaced. We arrived to find that he not only was not coming home but was looking at a transfer back to the big hospital for more testing/procedures. I guess today was a dress rehearsal for the main event.