The first time I met them, I was told to sit down, and one
was placed in the crook of each arm. They were swaddled and looked exhausted
from the traumatic experience they just went through. I couldn’t see them as
clearly as I would have liked, I’m going to say it was due to the angle, but
more than likely it was the tears of joy and happiness.
Many years have passed, some marked with tears but far more
with laughter. I’ve watched them grow through thirty five years of life. The
first part I had some impact on, but mostly I have been an observer. They seem
to have risen above any bad advice I gave them throughout the years and somehow
taken the little that is good from me and adapted it to their own lives.
I was walking past the high school they went to with Buster
this morning and I couldn’t help but see their faces on the kids laughing and
in deep discussions with their buddies. I wish that I could have been a fly on
the wall watching them making friends and mistakes, there was so much that I
missed. Parents only know a fraction of what is going on inside of those young
minds. I suppose that’s because we have forgotten how hard it is to find a
place to fit in the world.
Now that they are adults, I know even less because they are
far too busy shaping their worlds and putting a mark on our planet. I think it
is a better place for their being here, but I am more than a little biased. As
a parent the only real criteria that matters is that they be happy, and from my
vantage point on the outside looking in, I believe that they are.
When Buster and I were walking this morning, we were
thinking how you never really grow up in your parents eyes. My mom continued to
call me Kenny forty years past the time I changed it to Ken. When I went “home”
I fell into the comfortable role that I grew up in with mom looking after me
and me loving every minute of it. I don’t think there was much I could do to
stop it even if I had wanted to; we are hard wired that way. I like when the
kids come “home” and I get the opportunity to do for them once again. I don’t
always find out how life is treating them, but sometimes just being close is
good enough.
Maegan and Brendan came into the world a minute apart and in
that minute my life grew so much larger than I imagined it could ever get.
Because of them I made life long friends, learned skills that give me joy and
feel that I have made a valuable contribution to our world.
I am so very proud of them and wish them health, happiness
and peace.
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