Captain

The last couple of months have been, well let's just say interesting! Poor Zach has had to put up with many things that he shouldn't have to and yet is still smiling. With out him I know that I never would of made it through. If I had a cookie, I would give it to him.

Noah is growing up so quickly. He is learning what is right and what is wrong. He is also learning the concept of consequences. The other day Noah was upset at his cousin and wanted to hit him. He told me that he wanted to and had his hand in midair ready to fire. I told him that if he did, he would have to go to time out but he can make the choice. He thought about it and put his arm down. (If only this would happen all the time!)

I often tell Noah that he is the master of his fate and captain of his soul. It hit me the other day, that I too, am the captain of my own soul. I always knew this, yet would forget it. That put a whole different spin on my outlook on life.

I have this poem taped to my wall by my computer and I often catch myself reading it, rather than studying. So I thought that I would share it with you. (Hollywood made it famous, but I had a copy from my wonderful Grandpa Horne way back in the day.)

Invictus

by William Ernest Henley

Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.