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Show Shared Son 7 too, how can I let him go? As I sat by his bed, looking at him for a few extra seconds before awakening him, I felt numb. "Wayne," I said at last, "your mother has come to take you home for the summer." His sleepy eyes registered happy surprise and he jumped from his bed and started out of the room to find her. In the doorway he paused briefly, looked back at me and then said uncertainly, "I have two Moms, huh?' "Yes, Wayne." Their greeting, even after nine months, was quite reserved, but their quick glances and occasional self-conscious smiles told me much about their relationship. In those few moments of reunion I realized that his mother had shown great courage to share her son with us in the hope that we could give him opportunities that he would not have otherwise. Later that day, as I watched the pick-up truck leave, carrying Wayne arid her several other children in the back, I actually smiled to see them reunited. As I came back into the living room I tripped over Wayne's baseball cleats. Why couldn't he ever put things away! Half laughing, half crying, I realized it would be another three months before Wayne would be here to scold - to guide - but most of all, to love. Until then our family would be incomplete. |