Allison's Daddy, Corey just called. It appears that his little family is safely tucked into their cozy little abode and all is well with the world. I could picture the scenario and all my warm, motherly memories about the 'Coming Home' event flooded my emotions. My husband could tell that I had experienced that sweet reverie so we started talking about the coming home event with each of our children. With Rhiannon, our eldest, the emotion ran from amazement to fear. My parents had respectfully left us alone and there we sat in our living room with this tiniest of infants, 5lb. 11 oz, 18 inches long, and we were supposed to know what to do with her? The scariest moment I could remember; God had placed this needy little girl in our lap and we hadn't a clue what was next. Her future, her stability, her very life was in our seemingly inept hands. Terrifying. I suppose that would explain how the first diaper we put on her was her 'spit up' diaper! Hilarious! Rhiannon came home on the cusp of a blizzard with temperatures well below normalcy. I believe her first weekend home was -32 below zero, wind chill factor. The entire weekend, we spent in bed, cuddled up around our princess of a baby, coming out only for nourishment and bathroom breaks. We piled on the quilts and stared at her the whole time, watching the tiny nuances that break through a sleeping baby's countenance. The wonder of that special weekend, with not only us safely tucked in but everyone that had even thought of coming over, safely stowed away in their own homes, made our introduction into Parenting Land, sweet, memorable and private. The way it should be.
The other children's homecoming was more heralded and much more noisy! Rhiannon welcomed Devon with a scepticism that was to become her trademark. At 2 years and 4 months, she just could not figure out who and why this new little guy was upstaging her at every turn. Fortunately, her beloved Daddy was able to take off work for a while to entertain her and to assure her that all was well in Rhiannonland. Devon was a quiet, cooperative and very flexible little baby, so Rhiannon barely noticed that he was an issue after the initial hubbub died down. Jordan came home early in the morning to his excited grandparents, another skeptical four year old and and really little six year old 'other mom'! He was passed around so many times that his blankets got worn spots! I held him as he nursed, but he had plenty other arms for most of the time. Calin's homecoming was wild and crazy and noisy as her three siblings and dog Tessa, raucously welcomed her home.
Each homecoming different and special in it's own way and each one riveted into my memory...
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