My husband, who has made being the father of sons a vocation and an art form, loves this poem. I've shared it with you before, back when I was a newbie blogger, so I'm kind of repeating myself here. But as son #3 was getting ready to leave for work this morning, he asked me what I was planning to blog about today and I really didn't know yet. "What in the world do I have to say anymore that I haven't said a thousand times already?" is what I was thinking.
Okay, I've only written 681 posts since I started this blog on March 7, 2011...but still, I've said A LOT of the same things A LOT of times already.
Quick digression: I just realized that I meant to celebrate this blog's two year mark, but I totally missed the anniversary date. Actually, I'm glad I did--that means my real life was so busy and full (we were out in CO at the time, staying with our oldest son and his adorable family) that it took precedence over my on-line life! Thank goodness!
Anyway, back to my fast-paced, action-packed story! My middle son is one of my most faithful followers and I didn't want to disappoint him, so I sat here in front of my laptop deep in thought, trying to come up with something new and interesting to talk about. Many of the Catholic bloggers I read are writing beautiful and inspiring pieces about the papal conclave, and I feel a little guilty that I haven't been focusing on matters of Faith at this very important moment in the history of the Catholic Church. Perhaps, I thought, it was time to start writing posts with a little more gravitas (not that yesterday's post about dogs wasn't weighty enough), but my brain was pretty much filled with thoughts of my boys (surprise, surprise), especially because my husband and I are sleeping under the same roof with three of them this week. It was only yesterday that all five of them slept under the same roof, with us. It was only yesterday that they looked like this.
My boys! (All six of them.) |
My girls! (Son #1's wife and daughters.) |
I Have a Boy
I’ve a
wonderful boy, and I say to him, “Son,
Be fair
and be square in the race you must run.
Be brave
if you lose and be meek if you win,
Be better
and nobler than I’ve ever been.
Be honest
and noble in all that you do,
And honor
the name I have given to you.”
I have a
boy and I want him to know
We reap in
life just about as we sow,
And we get
what we earn, be it little or great,
Regardless
of luck and regardless of fate.
I will
teach him and show the best that I can
That it
pays to be honest and upright, a man.
I will
make him a pal and a partner of mine,
And show
him the things in this world that are fine.
I will
show him the things that are wicked and bad,
For I
figure this knowledge should come from his dad.
I will
walk with him, talk with him, play with him, too;
And to all
of my promises strive to be true.
We will
grow up together, I’ll too be a boy,
And share
in his trouble and share in his joy.
We’ll work
out our problems together and then
We will
lay out our plans when we both will be men.
And oh,
what a wonderful joy this will be,
No
pleasure in life could be greater to me.
-Hugh M. Pierce
I just got goosebumps. I love the poem :)
ReplyDeleteBeautiful poem!
ReplyDeleteAnd 681 posts! Wow! I will have to spend a little time reading some of them. As a new reader to your blog, I have enjoyed reading the stories you share about your life as a wife, mother, and grandmother, and I am looking forward to reading more.:)