As a parent, you have these grand ideas for your child or children. Hot air balloons can’t contain the hopes, dreams, wishes and prayers you have for your little ones. These monumental plans begin as soon as you learn of their existence.
So where do those great ideas, those heartfelt prayers and wishes go when your little love never makes it home? For me, they went in a journal. For others, they dissolve into the stream of tears. As the years pass, I still think of those big ideas I had for Wyatt. I still wonder how our little town would have handled 3 Welch boys and what great things he would have stumbled upon by himself. I think about the mark my boys are making on others and on themselves often. The difference with Wyatt’s brothers is that I can see in people and I hear it from others.
My plans for Wyatt have obviously changed. No choice in the matter. The mountains he plans on moving will be from above and through others.
When children die, so many other things die with them. That’s understandable and should be to everyone. Hopefully, though, there comes a moment when something new is born within those that treasured that child. A spark is lit; a flame is ignited; and the memory of that child becomes just as powerful and awesome as if his or her body was present.
I received a picture of a writing that a dear friend of mine wrote on the day we all learned of his death, which was to be his birthday. She sent it to me recently to remind me of the impact he had already made. I’m pretty sure I cried the first 5 times I read it, but it was definitely worth the tissues.
Wyatt will move mountains so long as I keep speaking his name and telling his story. Wyatt does and will make a mark so long as people are open. One of the meanings of his name is “guide.” I believe he will guide from afar and make an impact where his feet never touched the ground. With Love-Heather