The pastor asked us to choose some verses for the ceremony,
and--because I'd conceived you on my twenty-fifth birthday--I chose
James 1:17. I requested it read out of King James, where it's most beautiful.
Every good gift and every
perfect gift is from above, and cometh down from the Father of lights,
with whom is no variableness, neither shadow of turning.
This remains my Cade
verse. Memorize and carry it; break it into pieces-parts if ever things
seem dark, if ever you're in need of a little light. I've heard your
profession of faith; I've witnessed your submersion in the waters of
baptism; the steadfast Father of lights belongs to you. He has fixed His gaze upon you. He goes with you into all the spaces I do not.
Those
spaces become more all the time, and it won't be long, now, until
you're grown and gone. A young-man voice calls for Mom and means me,
and it jars. I doubt the strength of my heart, sometimes, when I think
of your leaving home. But I remind myself: since you were only four,
you've been leaving home three nights a week and Saturdays.
I've been learning to let you go for almost nine years.
And
they want me to say I'm sorry for the way it all worked out, but I
won't, because I'm not. If they sent me back to April 1999, I would
offer my body to the same husband (the wrong husband) all over again,
just to become your mom: the mom of a teenager with his dad's deep patience and
easy forgiveness.
You, My Son, are a gift from the
Father of lights, and I'll never love another person more than I love
you. I'll always be behind you, for you, with you. Lord willing, I'll go
ahead of you, to wait for you, and it will be so bright there: much
brighter, My Darling, than even the sun.
I'm heading over! 13, wow. Happy belated to your Cade. :)
ReplyDeleteThis is a tough stage for a momma, that letting go thing.......I love you Brandy and you are right we wouldn't go back one second on how they became.
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