Butting heads, rolling eyes,
mother's tears and tired sighs.
You were my baby, first one of my own
I hadn't imagined how strong the feelings would be
I had never felt that connected to anyone
You were mine, I was yours, heart and soul
Every new thing you did was amazing, and newsworthy
each smile, burp and coo
Then school, off you went on the bus, all alone in
your too big blue jacket.
Did you hate it? Were you scared? I didn't ask,
you didn't say.
You hate it now. I see it in your face, you aren't afraid to tell me
But you are so smart
Your teachers see it
your friends are drawn to you, even the older ones,
there is something about you, in you, just you
A gift
A gift for what? For what purpose? To what end?
You don't see the gift. What do you see?
I see a young man, I see my baby grown
I see hurt, fear of failure, fear of rejection and ridicule
I see strength and gentleness, together and at war
hope, joy and optimism together with
depression, fear and failure.
Who are you really?
Wonderfully and creatively made, a child of the King
precious, irreplaceable and incredible
Jonathan means gift from God
that's why we chose your name
You are my gift and I will do all I can to protect you
encourage you and provide opportunity for you to become the gift
God intends for you to be.
He has a plan, he gave you your abilities and interests, he sees your
pain and struggles and loves you completely
Where you are, as you are and
as you can be
My heart breaks with you and for you,
when I see you struggle, when I see you hurt
I love you, I am praying for you
Jonathan, my gift