Sunday, December 18, 2011

We Spread Our Dreams Beneath His Feet

Blog-friend Sian posted today about the poem He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven by W.B. Yeats. It reads:
Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

I found the poem touched me, as a parent. Because I've been thinking a lot about how the children grow. And whether they will ever appreciate or understand or be touched by all the dreams we have for them.
Because last week, while helping my boy study for the art history part of his sculpture final exam, I realized that some of what we have done for him really did sink in. Even though at the time, he looked bored and annoyed that we were dragging him all around the world. Because he would rather be home with his friends or playing play-station than wandering around Paris or Budapest or Prague. But then, while discussing Frank Gehry, he said "I remember we walked by that dancing building all the time in Prague, and we saw the Disney Music Hall in L.A." And later, when explaining how Dale Chihuly had a "full ride scholarship" to Murano, he recalled our visit to that island near Venice and also the Chihuly sculpture he had seen in Seattle last summer.  My boy, the soccer player, had something to say about Rodin, too, and Deborah Butterfield. Because we dragged him through those art museums and cities all around the world. Because we spread those dreams beneath his feet.  And now, it seems, they've given him wings. 

9 comments:

Sian said...

Love this!

scrappyjacky said...

A wonderful post,Rinda.

laurie said...

so very true, rinda. i know parents who take their children to disneyland year after year and, although that's a wonderful vacation spot, i personally think it would do the children more good to see a bit of the world. sounds like that worked for yours. :-)

Mary B said...

I was moved by the poem too, but not for any specific reason. I think your reason is wonderful.

Irene said...

I pray that God continue to Bless you and your family.

Amy said...

Your boy is a very lucky young man to have been given those opportunities by his parents!

Karen said...

So true! You've been very fortunate to be able to provide such wonderful experiences for your children. They'll be recalling moments like these all their lives.

Beverly said...

beautifully inspired by Sian's post and beautifully written by you. we have focused on the vast and different natural beauty of the country with our boys and it truly seems to have left an imprint we love. I think you have every reason to believe the soccer player will share the same world with your future grandchildren.

Ginger said...

Lovely Rinda :)