Saturday, February 27, 2010

I Took His Hand and Followed

I read this from a reader's blog (Thank you Pip's Mum!!!) - and it was just what I needed for today.  This past week I've helped my little boy 'grow' and sometimes this is joyful and sometimes this can be a sad release.  Joy in that our son decided to wear big boy underpants at night for the past 4 nights with great success.  Sad release tonight in that we needed to teach our son to sleep through the night, without mama trips to him from once to 3 times a night.  For 3 years without a full night's sleep, I need a change from our nighttime rituals - and he needs to know and respect that.  But at the same time, I was sad  - really sad, because I too loved those cuddles in the middle of the night.  I wonder sometimes if I am growing more into 'motherhood'  than my son into 'manhood' because of these little events.

I Took His Hand and Followed
Mrs. Roy L. Peifer

My dishes went unwashed today,
I didn't make the bed,
I took his hand and followed
Where his eager footsteps led.

Oh yes, we went adventuring,
My little son and I...
Exploring all the great outdoors
Beneath the summer sky

We waded in a crystal stream,
We wandered through a wood...
My kitchen wasn't swept today
But life was gay and good.

We found a cool, sun-dappled glade
And now my small son knows
How Mother Bunny hides her nest,
Where jack-in-the-pulpit grows.

We watched a robin feed her young,
We climbed a sunlit hill...
Saw cloud-sheep scamper through the sky,
We plucked a daffodil.

That my house was neglected,
That I didn't brush the stairs,
In twenty years, no one on earth
Will know, or even care.

But that I've helped my little boy
To noble manhood grow,
In twenty years, the whole wide world
May look and see and know.

1 comment:

  1. Its a lovely poem isnt it. I have printed it out and it is on my fridge to remind me what is really important.

    x x