So firstly apologies for going AWOL but I really do have the best ever excuse! Our little man is full on and now hes on the move and confidently walking he is even more time consuming…in the best sense of the word but still…hes bloody hard work. I expected him to be and if his first real word isn’t NO I will be amazed!…It seems to me that although from just 10 months old he became ours , its like hes always been ours ….he runs the household and is a real spirited character…I will document our Adoption journey in due course but touching base to say hi and share a poem I was moved to write last night…
You see the thing that gives me the most pleasure is actually watching how my small person interacts so happily with the others I love in my world. Be it my wonderful supportive friends, my own siblings…and particularly his sister and big brothers who all adore him.
The bond he has developed with all my family is fabulous and even though he is unable to say a lot, my dearest Father shows his love for my little man in small but tangible ways…I am constantly thankful that life has allowed us these precious moments and I can watch these two men, one old and one young, tease each other and enjoy these times as one day they will fade away….
Time stands still when we let it…..hence this poem..I hope you like it….
A kick of a ball…to a much smaller foot. A giggle and a smile and a sideways look. One small gesture of love from a Grand-dad .
The younger learning early not to feel sad.
For his Grand-dad was once a keen player but now he is ill and fate dealt a card that was to steal his skill.
This youngster will never know the joy my dad earned from a ball. He told me that as a boy a kick about on his road was a treat.
I listened to his tales of footy fun after school ..and I couldn’t help but wonder how life could be so cruel
Here’s a spouse, a daddy and Grandad , whose dedicated life to his family , never sad
Worked all of his life to provide for his kin, and hoped for retirement of travel, fun and relaxin’
Instead he’s endured illness , hardship and pain..and you know I’ve never once heard him complain
Two faces gazed at each other today…one young with wide eyes pouring love on the other… the other enduring and wise with dignity , a smile of amusement at the little face before him.
I wanted to cry….to scream how unfair it is that this man will never kick a ball for real to the small person so desperate to play with him
How cruel Mother Nature is to inflict disease on one so kind
But instead I am grateful my little man gets to meet this great man at all. To know him is to love him and he clearly does. I know forever he will be in my baby boys heart as someone he could respect, and in more ways than one, look up to.
My dad is my hero and he will be that to my brave little boy .
That is a promise
Thanks for reading, much love
Black Sheep xx