‘To a Mouse’ By Robert Burns.
On disturbing a Mouse nest with his plough, a farmer laments for the “mousie” and all it’s hard work that’s come undone,
“In proving foresight may be vain”.
“The best-laid schemes o’mice an’men
Gang aft agley” [Go often askew].
It might appear to be a very pessimistic discourse on life, but there’s a reality touched upon here (especially so for farmers I imagine) which is a hallmark of walking this earth. For all the preparation and planning we do, so much of what happens to us is beyond our control. Having children made me realise more than ever how little control we have. The process of getting pregnant, then having a healthy baby, and now the journey of raising children to become good and ultimately independent citizens. We can try our best to mitigate the negatives, and so we should, but we should also learn to roll with the changes that come and pass that resilience on to our children. And on that I have to disagree with the last line of the poem,
“An’ forward, tho’ I canna see,
I guess an’ fear!”
Fear has no place in our home. Even though our plans may not turn out, I’m not afraid of this. I believe in a God who loves and cares deeply about his creation, enough to die and suffer in our place so that through Jesus we can be free and restored.
Full text of the poem can be found here, 76. To a Mouse
And so to this blog. As I alluded to previously, having and raising children is often a guessing game, we found that out early on. Writing through my experiences helps me process these things that happen, and gives me a form of expression that’s missing when cooped up at home with a baby and a toddler.
- H – is my amazing and very supportive husband.
- Curly – My eldest daughter, everyone always comments on her curly hair so it seemed a fitting nickname.
- Immy – My youngest daughter, it’s her nickname