Child Of Mine
Child of mine, you are the wildest wind and the dearest dream I will ever know.
Love’s lasting light shines out from deep within this father’s heart
As I watch you grow.
Child of mine, you are the break of dawn and the brightest star I will ever know
Love’s lasting light comes shining on and on from this mother’s heart
As I watch you grow
Child of mine, you are the sweetest song and the greatest gift I will ever know.
Child of mine, where spirits fly above there is but one that belongs to you.
So let it grow and it will thrive on love
For it is love that sees us through
There is a road, and that road is all your own
But we are here, you need not walk alone.
To face, not fear each coming new unknown
Is the way to lift your wings
You have the hands that will open up the doors
You have the hopes this world is waiting for
You are my own, but you are so much more
You are tomorrow on the wing.
When our youngest son was reaching adulthood and getting ready to graduate high school this song of Bill Staines was becoming very familiar. My husband and I would play it. It helped us in the letting go we needed to do. We would listen to it as we were driving along and tears would be flowing down our cheeks. We felt very similarly when Brendan began to leave home five years before, but our feelings were much more strained with the last child leaving the nest. Then four years later, our oldest son got married just a weekend in time away from when our youngest graduated college. We were no longer expecting a child to ever live at home again and our oldest was on his way to starting his own family. It has been eighteen years now, but this week, I was thinking about this time in our life and how precious it was. So I am posting some of the pictures taken of our sons about ten years ago at a father’s day gathering , an earlier birthday gathering for our oldest son, a picture of him with his daughters at halloween time, a visit to Jeremy in his college years, plus the first picture I remember having taken of Lewis and me at a time of our first expectancy of children. These tell a story of our love of our sons and captures our joy we have felt in sharing these years with them.
Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of Life’s longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you,
And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.
You may give them your love but not your thoughts,
For they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their souls,
For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow,
which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.
You may strive to be like them,
but seek not to make them like you.
For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.
You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth.
The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite,
and He bends you with His might
that His arrows may go swift and far.
Let our bending in the archer’s hand be for gladness;
For even as He loves the arrow that flies,
so He loves also the bow that is stable.
WHAT SHALL WE GIVE THE CHILDREN? (author unknown)
….The open sky, the brown earth, the leafy tree, the golden sand, the blue water, the stars in their courses and the awareness of these.
Birdsong, butterflies, clouds, and rainbows. Sunlight, moonlight, firelight.
A large hand reaching down for a small hand. Impromptu praise, an unexpected kiss, a straight answer.
The gift of enthusiasm and a sense of wonder. Long days to be merry in and nights without fear. and most of all,
The memory of a good home.
(this blog was first published June 19, 2007, but I am republishing it today.