You can’t tell from this particular picture but these shelves are right by his bed. He can look at memories with Mommy– and see the sister he’s never met– as he lies down to sleep. It means the world to me that his immediate family receives such a prominent display in his room. I truly appreciate Aunt & Uncle [the paternal relatives with whom he’s placed] providing these daily reminders of our love. Even if we are not there physically he can still connect to us with these visuals.
Tatum also enjoys looking at pictures of her brother while she’s in bed. She watches videos and responds to him with smiles and claps. Having already mastered ‘Mama’ her next word will be ‘Adam.’
It brings me comfort and joy knowing my children have these reminders of our family. More often than not my smile inevitably turns to tears. The agony of separation is unbearable. My daughter recognizes me from YouTube and audio bits from Gigi’s phone. My son doesn’t get the joke why he can’t live with me or even “just spend the night” as he begged at last week’s visit.
…but the bond of family proves unbreakable. Separation is only temporary. The thought of Tatum wandering around in her play area– looking for and calling out to her mom who won’t be coming anytime soon– is seared into my mind permanently. Sometimes it’s just too much.
With infinite love, gratitude, and respect,