The Little Boy Thou Gavest Me
Author: Louise B. Eavey
Dear Lord, I bring to Thee my son
Whose tender years have scarce begun.
In this wee frame I know full well
A living soul has come to dwell
Who needs Thee now at childhood’s gate,
Ere he shall grow to man’s estate.
I covenant through hours apart
To pray for him with fervent heart,
To teach Thy Word with winsome voice
By day and night until his choice
Be but Thy blood for sin’s deep stain,
And my small son is born again.
Then onward shall I pray the more
And teach Thy precepts o’er and o’er,
That he may grow, each boyhood hour,
By Thine indwelling risen power,
Lord, some small boys with none to care
Will never hear a mother’s prayer;.
Prepare my son with love aflame
To reach them with Thy saving name.
And make him, Lord, a polished tool,
A learner in Thy highest school.
A mother’s part seems, oh, so frail!
But Thy strong arm can never fail.
To teach, to pray, to stand are mine;
Expectantly I yield to Thee
The little boy Thou gavest me.
She has had to grow up so much in the past year.
Giving in and learning to be independent while mommy attends to the younger one’s needs.
Sharing not only the toys which all used to belong to her just a year ago, but also learning to share her parents’ previously undivided attention.
Obeying the disciplinary boundaries outlined for her, despite probably perceiving baby brother appearing to get what he wants when he cries for the better part of his first year.
I am very proud of her. For someone less than two years old to display that level of selflessness and maturity.
We didn’t anticipate having children this close in age gap.
But God knows and sees and has a greater plan. And I think in His wisdom, He saw the potential for her to grow through these precious life lessons so much more than what DH and I, in our limited view could have given her, even with our fullest dedicated attention for a year or few more months of her being the only child.
In a few days time, her brother will be the age that she was when he was born. And I hope that he will follow his sister’s example in this regard.
DD received a number of marker sets for Christmas gifts. Admittedly, daughter was tons more excited than mother…because it was a new medium for her art and craft time, and a new medium for me to worry about falling into the wrong hands, i.e. those of her brother!
So the markers sit on the highest shelf, out of sight (we hope!) to the children and accessible only to mommy and daddy. Ah. You wouldn’t believe the number of things we have piled on the high shelves…but that’s a post for another day. 🙂
For now…you will need just an artblock sheet and said markers.
1. On your artblock sheet, draw the letter i.
2. Hand the markers to your child and descend into free art territory. (These Ikea markers are plenty useful to explain inking as an art technique, thanks Auntie Winnie!)
3. Done! Stickers are optional 😉
The love of God is greater far
Than tongue or pen can ever tell…
Could we with ink the ocean fill,
And were the skies of parchment made,
Were every stalk on earth a quill,
And every man a scribe by trade,
To write the love of God above,
Would drain the ocean dry.
Nor could the scroll contain the whole,
Though stretched from sky to sky.
O love of God, how rich and pure!
How measureless and strong!
It shall forevermore endure
The saints’ and angels’ song.
Lyrics and Composer: Frederick M. Lehman, 1917
I came across an interesting statement in the chapter “Mothers and Sons” from James Dobson’s book titled “Bringing Up Boys”.
He writes that a study found that “The presence of parents is very beneficial at four key times of the day – early morning, after school, dinnertime, and bedtime. When that regular contact is combined with other shared activities between parents and kids, the most positive outcome is achieved.”
As a working parent, I already wrestle with the fact that I am not able to spend full days with my children. And unfair judgements from well-meaning but unknowing people only serve to discourage further a mother who works because she has to, not because she wants to. Life and circumstances are too complicated for people to make simplistic judgements about working mothers and stay-at-home mothers. Every person is faced with a unique set of challenges and pitfalls, and each is as much prone to failing as having potential to succeed at parenting.
But it is heartening for me at least, to be encouraged and know that while we make do with our present circumstances, we can still make a difference through the effort to be at breakfast with them before we leave for work, be home for dinner and ensure that bedtime is kept as a sacred family time to spend together to talk, play, read and finally pray together before we sleep.
In a week requiring us to adjust back to routine after spending a long holiday break with the children, it was chicken soup for this working parent’s soul.
It is weird how we start wanting to use the specific faculties of our bodies that are injured, most of all when they are injured. Over the new year weekend, DD fell and cut her lower lip which resulted in two angry looking ulcers on her lower lip.
And I dropped my spectacles. The right lens splintered into a series of cracks, rendering me blind for a night and a morning until the optician gave me a pair of temporary disposable contacts to tide over the week while waiting for a new pair.
DD has not stopped talking nineteen to the dozen ever since. She talks and talks and talks despite us telling her to give her lips a rest and let the cut heal.
And I (ahem) have been retreating to a quiet corner every chance I get, attempting to cram a non-fiction and fiction book at the same time. After telling DH that I was going to give myself a vacation from the blog so I could let my eyes rest.
We are incorrigible.