Share It With Me- A Poem for My Daughter
Share It With Me
God’s wonders all around
It takes a two year old to see
The tiny movements in the feet
Of the gathering bee.
This day if I alone
Went for a walk down by the slue
I would not tromp through long, thick grass
To find the dragonflies like you.
I would not leave the trail
To weave and spin beneath the trees,
Leap from stumps, or watch squirrels bustle
Or hear the rustling breeze.
For an hour we could
Toss stones, and in ripples rejoice;
A nursery rhyme’s a prize told
To you in mommy’s voice.
Flowers, picked and clutched in my fist,
And berry picking not a chore
But a picnic and bliss.
I would have missed the moon
If you’d not pointed to the sky
And the jets roaring overhead
As swift they pass us by.
Such clutter adulthood
Bestows with busyness and rush
I had forgotten how to lie
In grass and there to hush.
To you life is a gift
One that you open without shame
And throw yourself headlong into
‘Tis pleasure and a game.
To be so free from cares
In life, you will not always be
But while you are dear, precious gift
Keep sharing it with me.
My blog is not a “mom blog” and I know this isn’t my typical post. Maybe you wonder how it correlates to “Come to Christ.” This poem is a reflection of the delight I have in my daughter’s good delight. Parenting toddlers is often connoted with dread and difficulty, not so much with delight. We’re all familiar with the phrase “terrible twos.” For sure, it is a task that challenges us and tests our patience at times. Sometimes I don’t feel like “dealing” with toddler things today. But more often I am overwhelmed with the beauty of this relationship and the joy of parenting my daughter. She is a gift from God, so I will celebrate that here. There’s not a lot of celebrating children in our culture today, and I think God is pleased when we rejoice in them.
I’m teaching her about Christ, and she’s teaching me too, about all the simplistic, wonderful things God has granted us to enjoy in His creation and in the love of family. His care is displayed in these marvelous things, and I am grateful. When I enjoy my child, I do so with a love for God. All good gifts here point us back to praise the giver- all praise be to His Name!