Jenn, Wil's 1:1 aide from 3-8 grade, not only came, but brought a copy of a piece he'd written in 8th grade. I share it with you now:
Sandra, one of his preschool aides, came. She had put together a photo album of pictures from the two years he was in her class. Most were copies of pictures I'd already seen, since the preschool did an excellent job of creating memory books for us each year. But there was one, this one, that tugged, particularly, on my heart. The cock of the head, the sweetness, the effort it took him to coordinate his hands and eyes to do what he chose to do during free play: feed a baby. That's Wil all day long. Always has been, always will be.
Wil just spent a week volunteering with the 4-year-old class of Vacation Bible School. I got a message from a friend that said, "Please tell Wil thank you for being so patient and kind with my grandson. He's a natural with young children."
I've come to believe that whenever we're a "natural" at something, it's because we have past-life experience with it. Probably many past lives. Perhaps all of them. Lifetime after lifetime of practice that leads to wisdom, that leads to being a "natural." I truly believe Wil is going to find a way to be the "dad" he's always wanted to be.
Luckily for the world, it won't be just 2-3 kids he parents, but classroom after classroom of kids, year after year, until one day he's an old man, long retired from his "job," and arriving at a birthday party of one of his former students. He'll have with him a hug, a memory or two, and a place in that person's heart, forever.