Monday, November 5, 2012

Row, Row, Row

"Row, row, row your boat," he continued, "gently down the stream.  Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily.  Life is but a dream."  He paused, looked down and half-joking whispered in Itty-bitty's ear,"It's a nice rhyme, but that philosophy is all wrong."  I giggled to myself at the sink since he seldom reads the correct words and because he was thinking about the words as he was reading them.  A child's rhyme, and philosophy all in the same breath.

We want you to know little one that you are safe and loved.  Life out there isn't a dream.  In fact, sometimes it is more like the next page in the book that states, "Rock, rock, rock your boat gently to the shore, if you see a lion, don't forget to roar. " Because life will roar in your face, your boat will rock, and sometimes you will wonder if the water will submerge the little boat.  And we pray you have the courage to roar back, and to weather the storm.  But for now, little one, know the innocence of this rhyme.  We hope our home it is a shelter for you.  A place where you know you are incredibly loved, little miracle.  A place where we will teach you, help you, and soon let you go so that you can test your boat in those storms.

But for today, row, row, row.  We love you, little son. 

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