It's time for the cap and gown
Fuzzy little head, nestled in my arms
Next to my heart
Such a sweet smell
My thoughts are simply about
keeping him safe, warm, dry and healthy
Wrapping him in a soft blanket
Looking at the tiny finger nails
Still soft from being in liquid
Every part of him is pink
And looks delicate
But I know from having his 2 older sisters
That babies are tougher than they appear
I'm glad I know this, because on our first day home
He scoots himself off our bed
"Thud" I ran to my bedroom
And there he lay
Not making a sound
My heart sank, I thought for sure
something would be broken
Nope, the only thing broken
was my pride
Two days ago he drives over
So he can get his eyes checked
For a new pair of glasses
He comes in the door
Still wearing his work uniform
In a red shirt and blue jeans
He looks taller
And I feel smaller
As I walk this morning
Just after he pulls out of the driveway
I try to think of what a song
would sound like
That expressed how I was feeling
He's going, he's going, he's gone
And I wouldn't have it any other way
He sits on the edge of the nest
And I am nudging him from the soft inside
of the lovely nest
That I made with scraps of flannels
Discarded threads
Pieces of worn blankets
Passed on to me, by my mother
Now, I point to the outside rim
Of the nest
And I tell him to stand up straight
And point his face to the wind
And look at the beautiful blue sky
And the white billowy clouds
So he can jump, and soar in the wind
I look at my baby bird
Who is actually a large male
Taller, and stronger than his mother
Yet needs a little more mothering
Before he takes flight
I will whisper in his ear for a few more weeks
And he will know that I love him
I will pray for him
And I will exhale really hard to create an up draft
As he leans out farther and farther
To carry him on his journey
The nest is almost empty
And I am sad and glad
And proud and eager
But mostly, I am grateful
For this son, that God sent me
He's going, he's going, he's gone
Fuzzy little head, nestled in my arms
Next to my heart
Such a sweet smell
My thoughts are simply about
keeping him safe, warm, dry and healthy
Wrapping him in a soft blanket
Looking at the tiny finger nails
Still soft from being in liquid
Every part of him is pink
And looks delicate
But I know from having his 2 older sisters
That babies are tougher than they appear
I'm glad I know this, because on our first day home
He scoots himself off our bed
"Thud" I ran to my bedroom
And there he lay
Not making a sound
My heart sank, I thought for sure
something would be broken
Nope, the only thing broken
was my pride
Two days ago he drives over
So he can get his eyes checked
For a new pair of glasses
He comes in the door
Still wearing his work uniform
In a red shirt and blue jeans
He looks taller
And I feel smaller
As I walk this morning
Just after he pulls out of the driveway
I try to think of what a song
would sound like
That expressed how I was feeling
He's going, he's going, he's gone
And I wouldn't have it any other way
He sits on the edge of the nest
And I am nudging him from the soft inside
of the lovely nest
That I made with scraps of flannels
Discarded threads
Pieces of worn blankets
Passed on to me, by my mother
Now, I point to the outside rim
Of the nest
And I tell him to stand up straight
And point his face to the wind
And look at the beautiful blue sky
And the white billowy clouds
So he can jump, and soar in the wind
I look at my baby bird
Who is actually a large male
Taller, and stronger than his mother
Yet needs a little more mothering
Before he takes flight
I will whisper in his ear for a few more weeks
And he will know that I love him
I will pray for him
And I will exhale really hard to create an up draft
As he leans out farther and farther
To carry him on his journey
The nest is almost empty
And I am sad and glad
And proud and eager
But mostly, I am grateful
For this son, that God sent me
He's going, he's going, he's gone
