And
the memory gently begins to fade,
I
remember the plan for you to be
The
next branch in our family tree.
Right
from the start control was not mine…
But
designated by something more Divine,
When
caught off guard by surprise and joy,
For
you arrived a bundle of “boy!”
As
gently in my arms were you held,
I
treasured up the blessings felt.
Once
again I became a little boy’s mother,
As
you entered in a baby brother
It
was clear even at the age of only three …
That
you would be the one who’d grow to challenge me,
To
go beyond myself you’ve unknowingly pressed;
You’ve
always been the one who makes me catch my breath …
My
little “Salsa Boy” full of character beyond measure,
With
a broad imagination and a penchant for adventure.
So
creative and detailed, always using your hands,
While
looking to the world as you steer all your plans.
Eager
to break free … open throttle, full-speed ahead,
Though,
maybe take a look at each moment that you’re in.
Look
for the One by whom you were created with intent;
Discover
the purpose for which you were meant.
I’ve
never aimed to stop you from living out your life.
I’ve
only hoped to shield you from the struggle and the strife.
And
I do not always know the perfectly right words …
And
sometimes I wonder if my parenting is even heard.
But
the truth in my heart I’ve often tried to express
Is
that all I’ve ever hoped for, …for you, is the “best”,
And
to know the truth about who you’re intended to be
To
find it … to remember … and walk in it freely.
Kimberly
Prendergast
2/22/2013
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