This Poem has been on my mind ALL DAY TODAY!
I can't sleep. I'm up all night pretty much everynight. If not all night, I can sleep for about 15-30 minutes at a time, then I am up for a little while tossing and turning. My mind just won't stop. Last night, my thoughts took me the conversation with the doctor about not being able to have any more children. Like I've said before, we are OK with this decision when WE made it. I got to thinking about all of the families that hear those words and they do not HAVE children already. It was later brought to my attention that perhaps I don't express enough how truly thankful I am for the blessings of Isaac & Caleb. I do assume that those of you that know me, know that my children are my world. But this poem kept going through my mind last night. I do hope, that those of you that have told me you read my blog and it makes you hug your children a little tighter, will do that tonight as you read this poem. My children have no misconceptions about tears, anger and hurt. They see me cry (even though I try to not let them). Isaac is smart, he knows when I am not having good moments. He is such a great big brother to Caleb and is so helpful in answering questions that Caleb has instead of sending Caleb to us when he knows it is upsetting to us. Isaac has taken on a huge burden. Caleb, the honest child does not understand grief, asks very blunt questions. Such as, the night we sat down with them tell them what had happened. Caleb's question to me was "How come our babies die, but everyone elses don't". Those of you readers that have children, What is the hardest question you've ever had to answer for your child? Read the poem below. Remember your blessings and love your children!
When you thought I wasn't looking
I can't sleep. I'm up all night pretty much everynight. If not all night, I can sleep for about 15-30 minutes at a time, then I am up for a little while tossing and turning. My mind just won't stop. Last night, my thoughts took me the conversation with the doctor about not being able to have any more children. Like I've said before, we are OK with this decision when WE made it. I got to thinking about all of the families that hear those words and they do not HAVE children already. It was later brought to my attention that perhaps I don't express enough how truly thankful I am for the blessings of Isaac & Caleb. I do assume that those of you that know me, know that my children are my world. But this poem kept going through my mind last night. I do hope, that those of you that have told me you read my blog and it makes you hug your children a little tighter, will do that tonight as you read this poem. My children have no misconceptions about tears, anger and hurt. They see me cry (even though I try to not let them). Isaac is smart, he knows when I am not having good moments. He is such a great big brother to Caleb and is so helpful in answering questions that Caleb has instead of sending Caleb to us when he knows it is upsetting to us. Isaac has taken on a huge burden. Caleb, the honest child does not understand grief, asks very blunt questions. Such as, the night we sat down with them tell them what had happened. Caleb's question to me was "How come our babies die, but everyone elses don't". Those of you readers that have children, What is the hardest question you've ever had to answer for your child? Read the poem below. Remember your blessings and love your children!
When you thought I wasn't looking
Submitted by: mom2tynkobe
Author: Unknown
When you thought I wasn't looking,
I saw you hang my first painting on the refrigerator,
and I wanted to paint another one.
When you thought I wasn't looking,
I saw you feed a stray cat,
and I thought it was good to be kind to animals.
When you thought I wasn't looking,
I saw you make my favorite cake for me,
and I knew that little things are special things.
When you thought I wasn't looking,
I heard you say a prayer,
and I believed that there was a God to talk to.
When you thought I wasn't looking,
I felt you kiss me goodnight,
and I felt loved.
When you thought I wasn't looking,
I saw tears come from your eyes,
and I learned that sometimes things hurt,
but it's alright to cry.
When you thought I wasn't looking,
I saw that you cared,
and I wanted to be everything that I could be.
When you thought I wasn't looking,
I looked....
and I wanted to say thanks for all the things
I saw when you thought I wasn't looking.
I saw you hang my first painting on the refrigerator,
and I wanted to paint another one.
When you thought I wasn't looking,
I saw you feed a stray cat,
and I thought it was good to be kind to animals.
When you thought I wasn't looking,
I saw you make my favorite cake for me,
and I knew that little things are special things.
When you thought I wasn't looking,
I heard you say a prayer,
and I believed that there was a God to talk to.
When you thought I wasn't looking,
I felt you kiss me goodnight,
and I felt loved.
When you thought I wasn't looking,
I saw tears come from your eyes,
and I learned that sometimes things hurt,
but it's alright to cry.
When you thought I wasn't looking,
I saw that you cared,
and I wanted to be everything that I could be.
When you thought I wasn't looking,
I looked....
and I wanted to say thanks for all the things
I saw when you thought I wasn't looking.
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