This post is part of a series I like to call “A Visit From Mom.” These posts are written by, well…my mom. I think she kind of rocks! My mom and her mother were the primary inspirations for me to starting writing way back as a little girl. Now, I share my blog with my mom cause I think she has some things to say that you might really love.
Mom’s visiting this week with a little birthday present for my son, Xander…he’s crossing into that dark and foreboding territory known as the tween years this week. Today is a very special treat as mom is sharing some of her mom’s writings. Enjoy!
This week marks yet another birthday for my eldest grandson, Alexander. What a treasure it has been to watch him grow and develop into a sweet, considerate young man. I found a poem my mother wrote many years ago to celebrate the births of my brothers, and it seems very appropriate for this particular week. Enjoy, Xander, and know that your grandpa and grandma love you dearly!
What is a Boy?
A boy is a piece of skin stretched over an appetite—a noise covered with smudges.
He is called a tornado because he comes at the most unexpected times,
Hits the most unexpected places and leaves everything a wreck behind him.
He is part human, part angel, and part barbarian.
He is a growing animal of superlative promise to be fed and watered and kept warm.
He is a joy forever, a periodic nuisance, the problem of our time and the hope of our future.
. . .And every new boy born is living evidence that God is not yet discouraged with man.
Joyce Schafer, © 2013
I don’t know how it could be expressed any more eloquently than this, and I know my Mama is watching and smiling to be remembered in such a moment.
Carlene Welch is the General Manager at Home Instead Senior Care of Northwest Arkansas, and avid writer and poet, and my mom. She serves as a Stephen’s Minister at her church and is one of the wisest women I know. She writes custom poetry and prose for cards and gifts. For more information, contact us at firstname.lastname@example.org.