We spent all day Saturday at the mall looking for Heelys big enough to fit them. They have autism, and since Heelys are all the rage with their friends -- who are younger, by the way -- they want Heelys, too.
Well, the mall didn't have any. So, I am on a search for Heelys in men's size 11. I am discovering they are very rare. If you happen to know someone who can help me, let me know!
Here's a poem from one of my favorite poets, Edgar A. Guest, that sums up how it feels to invest in our children yet store within our hearts that knowledge that they are God's -- not ours alone. My babies are growing up. And that's as it should be.
I'll Lend You For A Little Time A Child
I'll lend you for a little time a child of mine."He said.
"For you to love while he lives,
And mourn for when he is dead.
It may be six or seven years, or twenty two or three.
But will you, till I call him back,
Take care of him for Me?
He'll bring his charms to gladden you,
And shall his stay be brief,
You'll have his lovely memories as solace for your grief.
I cannot promise he will stay,
since all from earth return,
But there are lessons taught down there,
I want this child to learn.
I've looked the wide world over,
In search for teachers true,
And from the throngs that crowd life's lane,
I have selected you.
Now you will give him all your love,
Nor think the labor vain,
Nor hate me when I come to call, to take him back again?
I fancied that I heard them say:
"Dear Lord, Thy will be done."
For all the joy thy child shall bring,
The risk of grief we'll run.
We'll shelter him with tenderness,
we'll love him while we may,
And for happiness we've known,
Forever grateful stay;
We'll brave the bitter grief that comes,
And try to understand.
--Edgar Guest
I'll lend you for a little time a child of mine."He said.
"For you to love while he lives,
And mourn for when he is dead.
It may be six or seven years, or twenty two or three.
But will you, till I call him back,
Take care of him for Me?
He'll bring his charms to gladden you,
And shall his stay be brief,
You'll have his lovely memories as solace for your grief.
I cannot promise he will stay,
since all from earth return,
But there are lessons taught down there,
I want this child to learn.
I've looked the wide world over,
In search for teachers true,
And from the throngs that crowd life's lane,
I have selected you.
Now you will give him all your love,
Nor think the labor vain,
Nor hate me when I come to call, to take him back again?
I fancied that I heard them say:
"Dear Lord, Thy will be done."
For all the joy thy child shall bring,
The risk of grief we'll run.
We'll shelter him with tenderness,
we'll love him while we may,
And for happiness we've known,
Forever grateful stay;
We'll brave the bitter grief that comes,
And try to understand.
--Edgar Guest
Edgar Guest and his dog, Bismark
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