Last August, when Eli received this wagon as a birthday present, I was months pregnant with Sunny. I watched Eli sit in the wagon alone, as we pulled him around our neighborhood. I pictured a little girl sitting in the wagon with him. I longed for his sister to be here; his life long buddy and partner in crime. Here we are. It happens so fast.
That little red wagon holds my most precious gems in it; all the love and joy that one Mama can handle. The emptiness that existed has been restored with little faces that look at me with admiration. My life, once lived only for me, is now lived for them. I aim to raise them right, to give them a good life, to smile at them, be their biggest fan, and teach them right from wrong. My biggest hope is that I am open enough to allow them to find their own way without too much interference from me. Their journey belongs to them. As much as I'd like to claim it, I'm a bystander who's watching from the sidelines. The same bystander that watches as the wagon continues up the sidewalk. For now they both keep looking back at me for assurance, but in time, I'm hopeful that they won't have to look back, for they will know that I am with them always.
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