Surprise

It was impossible to be happier than we were when our boys were little.  Because of times like these but also because we were lucky and we knew it.

This day at the beach in Marathon, Florida Keys, has stuck with us for a long time.  Part of family lore.  Here’s the story. 

We were lolling about in the warm sea water watching our two guys chasing each other and playing with the inflatable dolphin.  And then I heard two Cuban women talking and pointing at our kids.  “Where are their parents?”  “Does anyone know where their parents are?”

We looked at each other.  We’re here.  We’re the parents.  Something about my sense of dignity kept me from jumping up with my credentials.  Instead we moved over toward them and started acting like their parents, feeling the up and down stares of the Cuban women.  The question unsaid but in their faces and floating in the air toward us….”Why are these your boys? They belong with their people.”  Janice Wilberg, Jan Wilberg