When my wife was expecting a child, we did what many first time parents do, enroll in a child birth class. There we met 3 other couples who were also expecting their first child. This core was the base for a weekly mothers group that grew to a membership of 13. It was instant community which provide support, camaraderie, and much needed wine. (Insert Park Slope, Brooklyn joke here.)
Over the years, the kids grew and there was less need (and time) for meetings. The babies developed into independent people (well, you know what I mean) with their own interests and friends.
In August the kids will all be going off to school spreading themselves across the continental United States. Last Sunday we had a reunion. It was very sweet how the kids instantly reconnected, even if it took a moment to figure out who was who. When the party was starting to break up, my son Sam was not ready to leave. He hung back with a half dozen other peers, and slowly made his way home. I hope the bond and memories hold strong.
I am excited for Sam preparing for his new stage in life. I will try not to get too nostalgic.
Nice to get a last group photo.
My son Sam is back row, third from left, wearing a hoodie.
Sam and Zack, born a day apart, then and now.