Kyra & Kess

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First, there is Kyra...precocious, restless, warm,and friendly. She lived with us, her grandparents, for a while before I brought her to Canada to her parents. I thought we could hold her with us for a while longer yet, but reluctantly, we had to let her go. Sad and teary inside our hearts we may be, but a child has to grow up beside her parents...feeling their love..loving them back..drawing close to them as her base foundation of family, and only secondly perhaps, with us, her grandparents. Kyra was just two years old when she went to live with her parents. Was it only six months that she was with us without them? It must have been an eternity to her. I didn't realize how completely she had forgotten them until I brought her to live with them. The first time we arrived in Canada, she would cry if I left her and stayed away somewhere. It was a struggle to wean her arms away from me those first days in her new home. It took quite a while, weeks actually, before she finally accepted her "new" family.

But I had to go back to my own and my other sons. That early morning when I left for home, Kyra was still sleeping beside her Mom. Gently, I kissed her face, so as not to wake her up. I dared not wake her up, or she might sense my going away. Kids sometimes have keen instincts. (Later I learned that when she did wake up, she had sensed that I had gone and asked: "Where's grandma?") I am glad she did not awake when I left - or I wouldn't have been able to bear seeing her cry..