"My Day Old Child"

Kyle is 5 days old today, and the last few days and nights have been full of not much sleep and many tears (tears of joy, love, being overwhelmed with a newfound responsibility, an awakening to the sense that I didn't know I could love a little person this much, etc). I have had too many sweet experiences to recount, however I would like to share one in specific. On Kyle's first night home with us at 2 days old, I awoke in the middle of the night to feed him when he cried. As I sat there and rocked him, he became quiet and calm as I whispered to him. I said something like this...

"Hi my sweet baby boy. I love you so so much. I can't believe that you are a part of our family now. I'm so excited to teach you so many things. Throughout my life, I have come to know my Heavenly Father and my Savior so well. As you grow I will teach you about them so you can grow to know and love them too."

But I stopped there. 

Becuase all of a sudden, as I was looking down at my little boy, I realized that he knew them better than I did, since he had been with them only two days ago. 

It was the most wonderful and beautiful realization.

Then today...

I walked into the kitchen and found a handwritten poem on my fridge that my mom has placed there. I began to cry as I read the words...

My Day Old Child

My day old child lay in my arms

with my lips against his ear.

I whispered softly "How I wish,

I wish that you could hear."

"I've a hundred wonderful things to say"

(a tiny cough and nod)

"Hurry, hurry, hurry and grow

so I can tell you of God."

My day old baby's mouth was still

and my words only tickled his ear

but a kind of light passed through his eyes,

and I saw this thought appear

"How I wish I had a voice and words,

I've a hundred things to say.

Before I forget, I'd tell you of God...

I left him yesterday."