Grab My Hand Again and Again
Those may say to put it away,
uneasiness should not rule my day.
Those may say he has to fall,
watch quietly as he toils through.
Those may say that such is life,
the young must struggle at times.
Those are not with me in the quiet hour,
aching as I visit my sleeping son.
Those do not know a mama's heart,
struggling to make things right.
Those hear me now in this verse,
sending life lines through my love.
Son of mine walk through the crowd,
Know that my arms forever reach you.
Thanks to everyone for your kind comments and wonderful advice. It gives me so much comfort to know that I have such caring, blogging buddies :)
Gratefully, my son is a trooper. He goes off to school with a smile on his face and looks forward to a day with his friends. I've become a bit of a watchdog after school. I'm foiling the bullies' attempts to get access to my son for taunting. They can't have their "fun" when I'm close by. Since I have so many little kids, it looks perfectly natural for me to be outside enjoying the fun with all my kids. Hopefully, they will get bored and move on to something more constructive.
I'll keep you posted. If the parents give me a chilly reception, maybe I'll just bring a sweater:) Happy Wednesday! I will try (fingers crossed) to have a happy one too!!