A poem I wrote for my daughter when she was a new baby, shared now as she turns 5 years old.
To her, pain is being hungry, wet or uncomfortable.
Does she know sadness? Not yet.
Worry and fear are strangers to her, too.
Her days consist of peaceful sleep in warmth,
laying in Mommy’s arms to eat by drinking,
hearing music, seeing smiling faces,
receiving kisses and more kisses.
She has nothing to fear
because she’s never experienced a scary thing.
Her eyes have never seen a bad, dark or ugly thing.
Her ears have never heard angry words.
Her skin has never felt an unkind touch.
She is still partly Heaven-bound, I believe – Heavenese.
She has no wants beyond the physical needs to eat, sleep and be clean.
She makes no decisions for herself –
she neither wishes to nor knows how.
she trusts us to take care of her, and we cherish that trust and honor it.
In her helpless innocence, she is so lovable, so darling.
She has no guile,
no ability to manipulate or be anything but honest.
She asks for nothing material;
Just Mommy and Daddy’s love and care.
We gladly give it.
God, please cause us to walk in wisdom with You
as we raise our precious baby girl.
Show us when and how to shield her,
and when and how to let her get stronger
by learning and experiencing realities of life and the world she lives in.
God, please make us strong enough
to let her grow and dare and know the joys and pains of life.
I’ve never had to trust You so much –
and this is just the beginning.
This infant innocence will end, I know.
But, by God, as her mother,
I will preserve and protect her
in every way I can
for as long as I can,
cannot be regained.
February 6, 2013