Thursday, September 10, 2009

My Young Son

I recently saw this posted on my friend Kelly's blog and it truly is exactly how I feel right now. I LOVE that my son is in school. The very first week he began to talk more, wanted to play "games" more, met new friends, POTTY TRAINED and he sat still in primary.

And yet it is still hard for me to see him go. I sometimes linger in the morning as I drop him off...saying goodbye atleast three times. Asking the teacher whether or not he eats his lunch and if he's being obedient.

He's been coming home telling me about his friends "Owen" and "Paris". He went to introduce me to one the other day and asked if he wanted to play when the little boy said, "I don't want to play with you!"

Oh--my heart hurts still!

But we grow. And let go. So that they can grow too....


My Young Son
by Dan Valentine

Dear World,

My young son starts to school today...It's going to be sort of strange and new to him for awhile, and I wish you would sort of treat him gently. You see, up to now he's been king of the roost...He's been boss of the backyard...His mother has always been near to soothe his wounds and repair his feelings.

But now things are going to be different.

This morning he's going to walk down the front steps, wave his hand, and start out on the great adventure... It is an adventure that might take him across continents, across oceans... It's an adventure that will probably include wars and tragedy and sorrow... To live his life in the world he will have to live in, will require faith and love and courage.

So, World, I wish you would sort of look after him...Take him by the hand and teach him things he will have to know.

But do it gently, if you can.

He will have to learn, I know, that all men are not just, that all men are not true.

But teach him also that for every scoundrel there is a hero... that for every crooked politician there is a great and dedicated leader... Teach him that for every enemy, there is a friend.

Steer him away from envy, if you can...and teach him the secret of quiet laughter.

In school, World, teach him it is far more honorable to fail than to cheat... Teach him to have faith in his own ideas, even if everyone says they are wrong...Teach him to be gentle with gentle people and tough with tough people.

Try to give my son the strength not to follow the crowd when everyone is getting on the bandwagon... Teach him to listen to all men--but teach him also to filter all he hears on a screen of truth and take just the good that siphons through.

Teach him, if you can, how to laugh when he's sad... Teach him there is no shame in tears... Teach him there can be glory in failure and despair in success.

Treat him gently, World, if you can, but don't coddle him... Because only the test of fire makes fine steel... Let him have the courage to be impatient... Let him have the patience to be brave.
Let him be no man's man...Teach him always to have sublime faith in himself.

Because then he will always have sublime faith in mankind.
This is quite an order, World, but see what you can do...He's such a nice little fellow, my son!

3 comments:

Annette said...

Oh boy...you're reading my mind!

Meghan will be going to a speech and language classroom when she turns three in Oct! I am hopeful for her development but scared!! We just found out...and posted about it today. I'd love any advice you might have!

Rachel said...

Oh, this is good. This is very, very good. *snif*

gkgirl said...

oh.

this was beautiful.

even with my boy being 9-going-10
it still resonates
strongly....

xo

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