06 April 2010

child of mine

at the skatepark in Avalon; photo by Billy Rielly

Empty hotel nesters is the label we give ourselves. Easter arrived dusted with sugary snowflakes. A patchwork quilt of a meal was weaved together with Dad, Darren, and Chase. A boisterous visit with Grandpa and Aunts and Uncles resulted in ribbons of bright laughter. Fullness of family and friendship lulled me to slumber in peace. A note to Land Down Under wriggled through cyberspace, "remember that Khloee and the Easter Bunny love you." A reference to his four-year old self listing the most dedicated loves of his life. He is on high adventure at the moment. A three-week safari through Australia... the Murray River, Ayers Rock, Alice Springs, the Daintree, Melbourne, the Great Barrier Reef, the Gold Coast, and many more. We receive notes about our land. "A lovely boy" - "What a thoughtful young man" - "A great conversationalist" - "a super addition to our team." And I see him through new eyes. A good heart... independent... driven... I miss his face. Why do you learn so much about someone when separate?

This song sung at Chase's fifth grade celebration, expresses everything: (oh, and I feel this way about both my children)

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

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

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

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,

Child of mine.

- Bill Staines

6 comments:

karen gerstenberger said...

OH, that poem! How it speaks to the deepest part of me.

And your son, what a gift he is. I can feel you missing him in your words, but can also feel your joy in his freedom and adventure. What grace and love, that you are able to let him GO and DO these things that bless him and the ones he is meeting. Your love is blessing him wherever he is.
Glad to read that Easter was a happy time for you. Blessings to you and your family, near and far.

Tamara Jacobs said...

wow that poem is amazing! i love it.
glad land is doing well, sounds like an amazing adventure he is on!

glad you had a good Easter!

Jen said...

We miss Yan Yan. Let him know the boys are wondering how he is doing and more importantly they can't figure out where he is. They don't understand the concept of another country - to them the grocery store on another street is a foreign country. Miss you and love you tons Land.

AnnDeO said...

but Jen isn't Hawaiian Gardens another country?

dixie said...

Love the Poem DeAnn! Wow!

Here is the mission president's blog from the Democratic Republic of Congo. The people are beautiful and I am so glad I have found something positive to look forward to!
Have a wonderful day.
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Nat said...

What a great poem. I'm glad Land is having an adventure of a lifetime. It sounds like he is doing great.
Now that we have a house, I may be calling you for some decorating ideas! I have an idea but I definitely need someone with a lot of expertise to help me pull it off.