The Gift of Reassurance

8:23 AM 29 Dec 1993. A third generation only-son arrives healthy, loved and ready to carry on the family name. “We got our boy,” his mother states behind tears and a tired smile — and we name him Anthony.

Mothers do most of the raising in a lot of families, and ours was no different. I worked long hours to provide and build a home, but it never seemed like enough of a contribution and I envied the closeness she had with the kids. Our two girls and new baby boy were her heart and her life, and sometimes I felt like “all” I did was provide. I wished I had that closeness with our new son that sometimes…