I remember the moment I saw my John, embraced in the arms of the woman who carried him off the plane more than 29 years ago. I remember her smile, her warmth, her arms, her eyes.
When Natalie was born, there was a lot going on. She was a hard-won battle, but I remember her beautiful eyes staring up at me when I was finally able to hold her.
And Charlie, he came into the world a little it angry, but I remember his entrance, quick and without fanfare, perhaps the easiest part of his journey so far.
They grow so fast.
Reid was born as one day passed into the next, his entrance traumatizing for me and his Dad, though his Mom handled it like it was the most natural thing in the world. Which it was.
They grow so fast.
My children, all adults, grew so fast, their days and nights a blur of color, light, sound, and fury, engulfed in memory and wrapped in warmth. We have bourne witness to these lives, these amazing passages here on earth.
And Reidy, his journey is only beginning, yet it’s already more than two years in, his path finding footing, his first steps taken, his story beginning to unfold.
We are the witnesses to their lives, the reflection of their choices, and the supporting characters in their stories. We play an important role.
They grow so fast.
Nancy Wiley writes. 