Shae’s first home was in a house on Galleon Way amidst other nautically named roads on a little island called Pender, a small community of people who are forever imprinted on my heart.
A good friend of mine knew this feeling well herself – the feeling that while you have made a new home elsewhere, there’s still a piece if not all of your heart in another place.
This is a short synopsis of what Shae’s first home was like.
Shae was conceived very soon after loosing our first baby, 32.5 weeks into my pregnancy. My grief throughout much of my next pregnancy did not squelch this guy’s zest for life. From the very beginning, he showed a will and determination that is proving to this day to be unstoppable and admirable. Since I had been pregnant for almost a year and half straight, I suppose you could say that while we were overjoyed with our little 5 lb. 6 oz. bundle, I was also more than overwhelmed with the task at hand.
Shae was born after a huge baby wave of girls. One such girl was born to my dear friend Amanda and while our baby’s were close to a year apart, we spent every other day walking with them in our Ergo carriers, sipping tea and hanging out at Pender’s rocky beaches.
I always thought my children would grow up there. We felt we belonged there until circumstances changed and we were called in another direction. We moved when Shae was only eight months old. Nevertheless, he had a lot of his ‘firsts’ there.
Tomorrow, we are going back as a family of four to visit Shae’s first home. For him, it’s new sights and people but for me, it is a glimpse of an alternate reality.