Flowers for Anna

Welcome small baby,
The house is a mess,
Unfinished, imperfect -
We’ve done you the best.

We’ve planted new flowers
As treats for your eyes,
They’ll grow strong and brilliant
Like you, our sweet child,

They’ll brave face the sunshine,
Dance on the wind,
And someday they’ll leave us
For some lovely whim.

But after the seasons,
All on their own,
They’ll come back to greet us,
And bless our small home,

They’ll spring up the driveway,
We’ll fling out our arms…

Yes welcome, small baby,
Spring time of
our hearts.

“My patience, resolutions and beliefs are tested to the limits – sometimes daily.”^*

Right at this moment one of my challenges is the constant, tuneless whistling from my elder son. When my boys were babies it was getting them to sleep or trying to figure out why they were crying. On any given day now, it might be squabbling, fighting, teasing, screaming, shouting or rudeness. Who’d be a parent? We might well question ourselves after the event, but we can’t very well put them back! Just how we find those inner resources, how we constantly demand more of ourselves, how we keep marching up that hill with a smile on our face and gladness in our heart at the sight of our ‘babies’ is one of life’s mysteries.

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