“I Can Not Find a Sitter. Can I leave the Baby With You?” * For Patrick

I am a very lucky Woman.


Twenty Five years and five months ago my life changed.

I fell in love with a Bundle in Blue

and I did not even know it.

I was a 25-year-old woman working to shut down Rocky Flats Nuke plant.

They built the trigger for nuclear weapons using Plutonium.

I was a revolutionary. I was a cynic and I was serious.

One night a woman who worked on my team asked;

“I can not find a sitter. Can I leave the baby with you?”

I remember it clear as day.

I remember holding the baby boy as the team left the building.

That boy was Patrick.

Twenty Five years old today,

he is one of my favorite people on Earth.

He was the ring bearer at our wedding;

He was in the room when our son was born.

He is a mentor to my boy and that is a blessing.


I would hold him when he was 2 and 4 and 6 and say

“You are my Favorite child on Earth!”

and he would giggle.



I know you know this:

I love you,

I always have,


I always will.

I searched for the Right Poem.

THIS is it.

This is from me and from Great-Grandpa Bob.

He loved you too.

He still does.

Happy Birthday Kiddo.

I mean, Happy Birthday,

My Friend.

Love,   Jen


I read this aloud  at Bobs funeral. I will read it again today.

I will read it for Great-Grandpa to you….


It Couldn’t Be Done


Somebody said that it couldn’t be done
      But he with a chuckle replied
That “maybe it couldn’t,” but he would be one
      Who wouldn’t say so till he’d tried.
So he buckled right in with the trace of a grin
      On his face. If he worried he hid it.
He started to sing as he tackled the thing
      That couldn’t be done, and he did it!
Somebody scoffed: “Oh, you’ll never do that;
      At least no one ever has done it;”
But he took off his coat and he took off his hat
      And the first thing we knew he’d begun it.
With a lift of his chin and a bit of a grin,
      Without any doubting or quiddit,
He started to sing as he tackled the thing
      That couldn’t be done, and he did it.
There are thousands to tell you it cannot be done,
      There are thousands to prophesy failure,
There are thousands to point out to you one by one,
      The dangers that wait to assail you.
But just buckle in with a bit of a grin,
      Just take off your coat and go to it;
Just start in to sing as you tackle the thing
      That “cannot be done,” and you’ll do it.

~ by Step On a Crack on April 24, 2012.

21 Responses to ““I Can Not Find a Sitter. Can I leave the Baby With You?” * For Patrick”

  1. Beautiful poem, sweetie. Patrick is a lucky man – as are you a lucky woman


  2. You have such love and share it so freely. Surely that is where you find peace. Xo


  3. I echo Louie here – you’re blessed to have each other.
    You, dear Jen, loved and mentored Patrick, who loved you back and who now mentors your own sweet son. How perfect is that!
    God bless Patrick on his birthday and God bless you!


    • Debbie,

      We are a very lucky Bunch. I feel blessed indeed to have Patrick in my life and to have SO MANY fond memories of him throughout his life. My son adores him. The frosting is Patricks fiancee, Chrissy. I does not get more perfect than that!

      I think of you guys ALL the time! Wishing you Peace and sending Love,



  4. Ahh, yes, Jen!! Can I share a quote with you? Joyce Meyer, who is one of my 3 fave Bible teachers says, “Miracles come in cans–not ‘can’ts’!” God bless you, dear one. love, Caddo


    • Dear Caddo!

      I LOVE THAT! Perfect for the birthday card.. Oops! Cat is out of the bag.

      It is true: focus on the Cans. (not the recycling kind….)

      Love you you Dear Caddo,



  5. He’s a really special young man. I was lucky to meet him. Peace, Mel


  6. i love that and it’s so true!


  7. Happy Birthday to Patrick! You are blessed because you made the right decision…you were trusted to care for that baby, you held that baby and loved him. It doesn’t get better than that. You’ve made excellent decisions along the way that has such positive influence in spite of everything else going on.


    • Hello there!

      I have to say that Loving that Kid is easy; no decision involved! Thank you for your comment. It is important to connect to the past and how the choices I have made and the support along the way has shaped who I am. I think that is important for all of us who have struggled to acknowledge. Thank you for bringing that to the fore. I am enjoying Poetry Month VERY much AND soon it will be time to head Back: Alcoholics Dementia and Fallout. Keeping gratitude in mind helps inform my writing about the really tough stuff.

      XOXO Jen


  8. Wow, what a freaking beautiful post! Thanks for the Edgar A Guest!


  9. Jen–I’ve always loved that poem. I have to say that even more, I love when things come full circle. You give of yourself and that flows back to your son. Beautiful. Just a selfish note here, I needed to hear this poem today. Thank you.


    • Dear Heidi, I am SO glad the poem was timely and I HOPE all is well. I LOVE to read this poem aloud: it is just plain fun and really brings the whole message out loud and clear. Things coming full circle: Yes. Those moments and connections are miracles.

      You are on my mind and in my prayers ALL the time.

      XO Jen


  10. Patrick sounds like a very wonderful young man. Those connections are priceless!


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