I’ve spent my entire adult life looking after my
children. I watched them come into this world and have spent every moment of
their lives concerned upon their well being. I have cradled and hugged them… I
have held their hands and watched them as they slept. I’ve cried with them and
laughed with them. I wondered how there was any more room in my heart for each
one after the other.
When they were young, I was involved in the every
day things of their lives. I read to each one of them and tucked them into bed.
I was there to help them dress and to cook for them and feed them. I was there
to keep them safe and try to look to their future for them… it was all
consuming.
As I got older, and the children became independent
and didn’t need my direction, I felt like I was loosing something. It was as
though I was loosing parts of myself… the parts of myself that they had added
to me. I could only watch as they grew and hope that they had learned the
proper ways of life.
As I watched my Grandparents age into their twilight, I saw my mortality. As I watch my parents follow the path of their parents I can feel my mortality. And I ponder upon the future.
And that’s when we found you. It wasn’t an
accident... nothing is an accident. Natalie talked about you… her eyes were
bright and full when she spoke your name. You made her happy… you took her
breath. And she loved you… and we love you. There is always room in our hearts
for another child… another son. And now I realize the way to my immortality. It
will be through you…
Happy birthday son…
Shannon R Killman
Shannon R Killman
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