Tonight as I was getting Bekkett ready for bed, I was REALLY not in the mood to read books to him. For some reason, I had been really emotional tonight and I just really wanted to get the kids to bed. Bekkett kept asking for “one more book, one more book”, so I gave in. He opened his drawer and immediately pointed to “On the Night You Were Born” by Nancy Tillman.
(You can’t really look inside 😉
On the night you were born,
The moon smiled with such wonder
That the stars peeked in to see you
And the night wind whispered,
“Life will never be the same.”
Because there had never been anyone like you…ever in the world.
So enchanted with you were the wind and the rain
That they whispered the sound of your wonderful name.
It sailed through the farmland
High on the breeze…
Over the ocean…
And through the trees…
Until everyone heard it
And everyone knew
Of the one and only ever you.
Not once had there been such eyes,
Such a nose,
Such silly, wiggly, wonderful toes.
When the polar bears heard,
They danced until dawn.
From faraway places,
The geese flew home.
The moon stayed up until
Morning next day.
And none of the ladybugs flew away.
So whenever you doubt just how special you are
And you wonder who loves you, how much and how far,
Listen for geese honking high in the sky.
(They’re singing a song to remember you by.)
Or notice the bears asleep at the zoo.
(It’s because they’ve been dancing all night for you!)
Or drift off to sleep to the sound of the wind.
(Listen closely…it’s whispering your name again!)
If the moon stays up until morning one day,
Or a ladybug lands and decides to stay,
Or a little bird sits at your window awhile,
It’s because they’re all hoping to see you smile…
For never before in story or rhyme
(not even once upon a time)
Has the world ever known a you, my friend,
And it never will, not ever again…
Heaven blew every trumpet
And played every horn
On the wonderful, marvelous
Night you were born.
I LOVE these books by Nancy Tillman and more often than not, they make me cry. I started reading it and Bekkett started playing around, but I just kept reading. As I got to about the middle of the book, tears started streaming down my face, but he couldn’t hear me crying.
He looked at me and saw me crying, sat down by me, linked my arm in his and laid his head on my arm. As the book went on, and my tears continued to come, he looked up and me and then kissed my arm.
It is moments like these that make EVERY hard minute in the day worth it. It also made me realize that if only I would sit down on his level and do what he wants me to do more often, I would have more fulfilling and joyful days. He is truly full of joy and I want to be like him. Sometimes I forget. But, I am truly grateful that there is only one and only EVER Bekkett Paul Ostler and that he is mine. I am truly blessed to be called his mommy. May I try each day to be a better one for him AND Desi.