For anyone who is a mother of multiple children, you can probably relate to the feeling of failure when they are constantly bickering or hurling insults at one another. As a mom, one of my main goals in life is to foster a loving bond between my four kids that will last a lifetime. I wish I had a nickel for everytime I’ve reminded them our house is one another’s ‘safe place’ and if even if no one else on the planet cared a thing about us, we could still come home and be assured we are loved.
I have wondered many times if they hear me at all when I get on my rants, but my oldest proved to me today that at least some of it is getting through. I went to his class party and he pulled out a poem he had written to the classic, “Twas the Night Before Christmas..” When he told me he had written it about his little pesky brother, I was ready for an epic recounting all the horrors of their day-to-day struggles. But instead, I was touched to my core when I read this:
‘Twas the Night Before Christmas
and all through the house
not a creature was stirring….
except my little brother.
He wanted to see Saint Nick
but for Santa not to see him
he would need some kind of trick.
He sat and thought for a good long while,
he went through Coke after Coke
and left the cans in a pile. (sounds like his mom?)
After a bit there was a light bulb
and a ‘ding ding’,
He barely had time to act
before he heard sleigh bells ring.
It was simple, really
Pretend to be asleep,
be still as a stone
and don’t make a peep.
Then Santa came in through our front door
to drop off our presents and
then on he would soar.
He put every toy beneath the tree
and walked out the back door
filled with glee.
Sam sneaked onto Santa’s sleigh
but Santa was aware,
‘I’m sorry but you can’t come”,
with his eyes full of care.
“Just one quick ride, after all it’s Christmas day,”
said little Sam with a frown of dismay.
“Well, alright, hop in the back. ”
Then they vanished without leaving a track.
Sam woke Christmas morning
with a note by his side
that said “From Santa,
Hope you enjoyed the ride…..”
I’ve never seen little Sam be so gentle than when he held this poem and realized his brother wrote it for him.
Be still my heart…..
This is too sweet!!!
All your children are special, but that oldest of yours, at such a young age, already displays a gift of compassion and thoughtfullness towards others..( I just know he get’s it from his mother..)
Hope ya’ll have a wonderful Christmas.
Oh my. Precious beyond words. What a gift for Sam. And what a gift for you.
Methinks there’s another writer blossoming in the family. I’ll be watching for a blog called The Preacher’s Son! :-)
i enjoyed reading that
thanks for sharing
Merry Christmas Lisa
Jen at http://my3boysandi.wordpress.com/
Oh how Precious! I agree I sometimes wonder about my words getting through and then they do something nice for each other, or play so well together, your heart swells!
How preciuos this is! I love when the tenderness of siblings comes through. It is a heart warming moment! Merry Christmas!
Oh my goodness! This should come with a warning: If you are hormonal and teary, get your kleenex!….That is the sweetest thing I’ve ever read!
Yes Lisa. That is priceless for all. We would all fall over and pass out if that happened around here. :)
That took time for that big brother to do that. You hang onto that poem FOREVER! They’ll love torturing each other with it one day.
You a good momma, mom!
Wow. I am speechless. Very touching.
He is a whole lot like him momma: a great writer!!!
Merry Christmas!! I hope this holiday is extra special to you!!!
This is so creative. I know you’re proud.
I have just found you through another blog…ministry life is close to my heart as I have been a P.K. for most of my life (my dad is now in a different kind of ministry). And…my best friend is a minister’s wife, as well!
I love what you are doing to help women grow in the Word through on-line Bible Study! That is awesome. Keep up His good work!!
Another Lisa :)
That is so sweet I could cry! Merry Christmas Lisa!
As John Wesley was credited saying, “My heart was strangely warmed.”
Good job, Mom!! I think something is actually rubbing off on them–now if you could only come to my house full of teen-agers!!
Lisa, I can just see Sam holding that letter and what it must have provoked in him. Priceless. Maybe you better frame it for the next time they are wrestling on the floor. I fold an extra copy of something like this and carry it in my purse for a while. I think you’ll carry this one in your heart. Wondering what my adult children will do/say this Christmas for it is first time all are home at same moment in time in two years. They may be wrestling on the floor–LOL.
How precious. I hope and pray my girls will be friends as they grow up. Love litte encouraging moments like this!
That is so sweet! Definitely a poem to be treasured for a lifetime. What a great gift.
Lisa, I can see where he gets his talent from. looks like there is another writer in the family,
Ok, I dont know if I have ever cried reading Twas the Night Before Christmas, but I could just picture his sweet little face crooked sideways grinning cause his big brother thought so much of him! Where are the tissues???
I have the same struggles with my brood Lisa. It’s nice to know they are actually listening to us.
That was a great poem!!
I have tears in my eyes and goose bumps from reading that letter. I pray that my 2 boys will love one another and be best friends. It sounds like you are doing a GREAT job!!!
I should tell ya’ll the poem has already come in handy..
During our trip to Chattanooga last night these two got in a fist fight. I held them apart, looked them in they eyes, and said,
“Twas the Night Before Christmas….”
They yelled, “NO NO Not that!! We’ll stop, we promise!! “
It’s so great to have PROOF that they really do love each other to call them back with when they argue. And for those of you who may think I’m a manipulating mom?
You are right.
I need all the ammo i can get..
LOL – j/k girls…:)