visitors

Today I am so thankful for a lighter day. A day that I can think of Wyatt and cry tears of joy...he brings pure happiness to my heart and I feel so blessed to call him my son. I was given this poem at the doctors office...I absolutely love it. It reminds me that while Wyatt is my son, he was never really mine...he is a child of God...just like you and I. I think we get so caught up in OUR lives that we often forget that we are merely our Father's child. That while we think we are in control or think we should be in control...we are not. Our children are gifts and blessings from above....visitors if you will. We have just been selected to watch over them during their stay here on earth. Unfortunately, we do not get to decide how long their stay will be...but are to love them and cherish them no matter how long we have with them. Oh...how blessed I feel to have been hand picked by our Father to be Wyatt's mom! I don't want to make you jealous...but I feel so blessed :)

To all Parents
Edgar Guest

"I'll lend you for a while a child of mine," He said.

"For you to love while he lives and mourn for when he's dead.

It may be six or seven years, or twenty-two or three,

But will you, till I call him back, take care of him for me?

He'll bring his charms to gladden you, and should his stay be brief,

You'll have his lovely memories as solace for your grief."

"I cannot promise he will stay; since all from earth return,

But there are lessons taught down there I want this child to learn.

I've looked the wide world over in My search for teachers true

And from the throngs that crowd life's lanes I have chosen you.

Now will you give him all your love, not think the labor vain,

Nor hate Me when I come to call to take him back again?"

"I fancied that I heard them say, "Dear Lord, Thy will be done!”

For all the joy Thy child shall bring, the risk of grief we run.

We'll shelter him with tenderness, we'll love him while we may,

And for the happiness we've known, forever grateful stay;

But should the angels call for him much sooner than we've planned,

We'll brave the bitter grief that comes and try to understand!"