Lend Me A Child

With the tragic events that have occurred recently, I think these words from a my mother say it better than I ever could:
    Watching the events of this past week unfold, w/the grieving parents of those killed in the Boston race and the Newtown parents who went to D.C. to lobby Senators I couldn’t help but think about those who’s children were killed in these tragedys.
    And, of my brother, who at age 10½ was killed just as unexpectedly, by a hit and run driver, while he was riding his bike on the shoulder of the road.
    The parents from Newtown, who took their cause to D.C. to try to make changes in legislation that would impact all of us appeared many times in public w/their sorrow.
    And I thought, their sorrow, and other parents’ sorrow from other incidents, is NO worse than the sorrow my mother felt when we found out about my brother.  And, the sorrow she carried for the rest of her life!    He left that morning for a bike ride.   Just as those Sandy Hook children left for school that fateful day . . . my mother expected my brother to come bounding in the door any minute at the end of the day, just as those parents did.
    These types of things happen every day, in many different ways.    It is selfish of them to expect everyone in the country to be forced to comply w/new laws that would not have prevented what happened to their kids, because of their sorrow.
    When my mother passed away many years later I found a poem she had kept from the newspaper years ago.   I will copy it below.   It stresses how our children are “lent to us for a time”.   They are NOT our possessions for life.   They are a blessing, for a “time”!   And, that is the lesson to take away from all these seemingly senseless child deaths.
To All Parents
“I’ll lend you, for a little while, a child of mine,” He said.
“For you to love while he lives, and mourn when he is dead.
“It may be six or seven years, or twenty-two or three,
“But will you, ’till I call him back take care of him for me?
“He’ll bring his charms to gladden you, and shall his stay be brief,
“You’ll have his lovely memories as solace for your grief.
“I cannot promise he will stay, as all from earth return,
“But there are lessons taught down there I want this child to learn.
“I’ve looked the wide world over in my search for teachers true,
“And from the throngs that crowd life’s lanes, I have selected you.
“Now will you give him all your love — not think the labor vain,
“Nor hate me when I come to call to take him back again.”
“I fancied that I heard them say, ‘Dear Lord, thy will be done.’
“For all the joy this child shall bring, the risk of grief we’ll run.
“We’ll shower him with tenderness and love him while we may,
“And for the happiness we’ve known, forever grateful stay.
“And should the angels call for him much sooner than we planned,
“We’ll brave the bitter grief that comes, and try to understand.”
                        …Author Unknown