Today’s post is for my second son, Samuel Ibukunoluwa. Almost two years ago, I wrote and posted a poem for my first son, Lemuel Ayomide, who was a little over a year old at the time. You can read it here. Now I have written one for Samuel who turns 1 in a few days (whose name Ibukunoluwa means “The Lord’s Blessing”, and who I call Little Lion). It’s been such a joy to watch him and his brother grow, and we are grateful for such gifts from God, and for the privilege of raising them to become wise, courageous men.
The blessing of the Lord that makes rich And brings no sorrows with it
Planted by the river, your leaves never wither Instead, your fruits spring forth in season
A bundle of blessings, crafted with precision You cry, and then laugh, and then cry again
Passionate tears that melt our delicate hearts Ringing laughter that brightens up our days
As a river floods its banks in the rainy season So you overwhelmed us on your arrival
From a tiny helpless baby, we watched you grow Into a fearless toddler, determined to discover
Yet we see you going much farther, becoming Through knowledge, a mighty man of valor
I hope you enjoyed the poem. I’d like to hear your thoughts about it in the comments. Although it has been quite a stretch for me, but I am finally wrapping up my 28-day challenge tomorrow. So excited about this! Thanks for reading, and I will see you tomorrow!
Downstairs, two little boys are screaming at each other, most likely competing for some toy. They are my sons. One of them turns a year old in a few days; the other turned three years old three months ago. Between them; the sheer amount of energy I expend chasing, instructing, shouting, correcting, advising, and explaining is unbelievable. When my second son was born, an older family friend congratulated me on moving from being a father to becoming a referee. I didn’t realize how much work referees do.
It is fair to say I could not have been fully prepared for the rigors of fatherhood. I could have been more prepared though. I could have learned about the ensuing years of distorted sleep and endless worry that would follow the highly popularized infant stage. I was familiar with the troubles of those first few months from being a sibling and a cousin to children born when I was well into my teens and twenties. But the hassles faced by not-so-new parents, I was not familiar with those. Toddlers are the real deal!
There is the constant snuggling, just to keep making body contact, even while sleeping. There is endless peeing and pooing; potty training regression on the birth of a new sibling; tantrums that come out of nowhere; screams that could drive you crazy – these were all features that felt like bugs. “Why are my children like this?” “No, brother, that’s how most children are.” To top it all, it’s almost as if they’re constantly on a mission to injure themselves and my one job is to stop them from doing just that!
I must confess though – it’s been an exciting and insightful run. Watching them grow is like growing all over again myself. And I wasn’t unequipped. The basic trait I needed was willingness to learn; that I had in abundance. I also had some first-hand as well as book knowledge. I’ve picked up the rest on the way. Occasionally, I would wish I could run away, just for a few days. But knowing these days can not be reclaimed is enough motivation to stay in the business. Also, the achievement of a new milestone by either son is a huge perk.
Overall, I feel like couples need a young parents’ crash course before making the decision to have a child (or two) – one that includes an overview of what the next two decades might look like. The education you get once there is a child on the way is often limited to surviving pregnancy and infancy; and even that may not get absorbed because of the excitement of expecting a new baby. I’m just grateful to God for His grace and wisdom. He is the ultimate guide and perfect example of what it means to be a Father.