To Aidan & Brandon
Your innocence and trust make me want to shelter you
From all the pains and ills of this world.
Right now, you are so small that any hurt is so easily soothed.
I pray I have the strength and wisdom to prepare you
To be able to withstand the hurts of adulthood,
And I hope when your hurts grow greater, so will your strength.
I will be there to run to.
A shoulder to hang on to.
An ear to unburden yourself on.
A hand to hold to make you feel loved.
In the meantime, I will shower you with kisses,
Secure you with hugs,
Temper your developing characters with discipline and guidance,
Protect you from fears and hurts no child should ever be exposed to.
If, in my old age, I tire easily or sicken often,
I hope you will be there for me as I was there for you.
I love you.
**I was putting 3-year-old Brandon down for his afternoon nap, when he insisted his 7-year-old Kuya Aidan sleep as well. Game for anything, Aidan whispered to me, “Mommy, I’ll just pretend to sleep so Brandon will go to sleep too.” I had long ago ceased giving Aidan regular afternoon naps, so I said yes.
After nearly an hour, Aidan was fast asleep while Brandon was still awake! Brandon eventually slept and the sight of them sleeping, their faces warm and flushed, with the innocent abandon of babies, bodies almost touching because they were sleeping so close, in heart and mind.
This is a scene I want to commit to memory, a mental picture I can pull out when the inexorable passage of time will change them into the great men they are destined to be. **