Unfortunately, we don’t live in Never Land, and they grow up.
This was quite a weekend.
My oldest daughter, Emily, turned 17 on Saturday, Nov. 17, her golden birthday! And she spent her birthday on stage playing an Indian in Peter Pan. She was on stage on her birthday and I know she would not have wanted to be anywhere else on this planet. I was so happy for her.
Peter Pan, about the boy who never grew up, the three children, Wendy, John and Michael, who trusted this boy and without any sense of fear, flew away with him to a mysterious land, danced with Indians and fought Pirates.
And the mother of the three children waited in their bedroom near the oversized window from which they flew into the night sky with Peter. Oh how she longed for their return. From the way the story goes it seems like it was years that their mother faithfully waited for her children to return. The children’s flustered father went to close the oversized window one night and the mother snapped! She commanded him to never, ever close the window because one day her children might return home. He promised to never, ever close the window.
Emily is about a year and a half away from leaving home for college. Abby is just a few quick years behind her. After college they will likely be on their own in their own homes or an apartment somewhere…… They will both someday, in a sense, fly away to some mysterious land, fight with pirates, dance with Indians, and hang out with some young man.
I will be like the mother of Wendy, John and Michael. I’ll never close the window just in case they come back home. Our window will always be open and I will always be here for them to return, no matter how far away they fly, and I know they will fly far.
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Amanda Marrazzo 
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And this makes me, the father of a 13-year old son, remember not to let the days pass without living in each day’s moment. It will all soon be over.
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Thank you Bill, morning and night time- they are the last people I see at the end of every single day and the first people I see at the beginning of every single day, been that way since they were born…I will miss that the most!
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And the rewards are plenty. Had parent-teacher conferences today. Twice we heard that we should clone him. My wife and I were fighting to contain tears of gratitude. Bill Moller President Bill Moller Communications, LLC (630) 988-5800 E-mail: Bill@BillMollerCommunications.com http://www.BillMollerCommunications.com
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That’s great! I always tear up when people say nice things to me about my girls….
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Ok, this one brought tears to my eyes. Probably because the days of the “empty nest” syndrome are rapidly approaching. Kevin is finishing up his 1st two years of college and will move (ok only an hour away, but still) to UCF to finish. And Taylor, well this is her senior year and she is ready to leave as well. While I know that time will come and I should be happy for them taking on new challanges and making their own way on the world, my heart aches that there will be no more waking up on Christmas morning moments, or knowing that although they are busy now with school/work, they will come home at the end of a hard day and be sleeping in their own beds. I will just have to trust that I guided them enough, and also let them know that this will ALWAYS be there home….again crying!!! But good stuff Amy ❤
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Gillian my heart aches too…It is all coming up so fast! I too think about how they will one day not be in their beds at night….That KIILLLLSSS me! But, like you said, I do at least believe we have done good jobs as moms and that they will have good lives and they will know this is always home and they will always be able to come back! I told Abby yesterday to come lay with me and that I wish she was 4 again….. 😦 So sad!
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