Waiting...waiting...
I remember Christmas/New Year's 1978. I was "great with child," as Candace has been, throughout the 2008 holidays. She wears "expectancy" like a super model, however, while I remember my 1978 holiday dress, a full circle from the neck down. I was wider than I was tall, a beach ball with feet. My funny friends at church suggested they lift me onboard a donkey and send me down the church aisle for the program. I declined. I've always after felt so sorry for Mother Mary on that long trek to Bethlehem days before delivery.
Candace has three weeks more to "expect." It's a holding pattern, emotionally, for all of us. But at least we sleep at night. She doesn't. Caden James is running out of wiggle room, and lets her know constantly.
The arrival of little Caden will change Conor's life the most. He's excited now, showing his mommy's tummy to family members on Skype. He's visited the hospital where Mommy and Caden will spend a few days, and he has practiced putting a diaper on a baby doll. Wait 'till he finds out that real babies don't hold so still! We've all been Conor's best audience for so long, but little Caden will be all eyes on his big brother, at least, after he learns to focus. Meanwhile, we wait...wait...wait...
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Amazing how life continues to challenge us from the beginning, shaking our balance, introducing new things. Conor will suddenly find his world invaded, yet shared. He'll have someone to teach, and someone to blame his accidents on. Maybe he'll delight in making Caden laugh so hard his forehead turns purple. I hope so. Caden doesn't even know what's in store--what a lucky child. And Conor's world will be challenged, but enhanced. At least that's how my world was, when my brother was born. Best thing that ever happened to me. He still is.