Thursday, October 28, 2010


We hold them in our arms for a short time. (And, on occasion, in a well-beloved Moby wrap.) We sing, shush, whisper and just enjoy the closeness.
We walk alongside them, talking, listening, admonishing, encouraging, or just in silence. Enjoying the closeness.
But holding or walking, or even apart, they are always our babies.
And nothing can change that.