A Prayer for my Son

 Considering that, all hatred driven hence,

The soul recovers radical innocence

And learns at last that it is self-delighting,

Self-appeasing, self-affrighting,

And that its own sweet will is Heaven's will.

She can, though every face should scowl

and every windy quarter howl

or every bellows burst, be happy still.

William Butler Yeats...A Prayer for my Daughter

This is a beautiful piece of poetry.  Yeats is looking down at his daughter as a storm brews around him and he is thinking about what he wants for her as she grows up...not beauty or popularity or the good opinion of others but equanimity in the face of adversity.

That is what I want for my children. My brave son is wanting the same for his daughter (and son but in this scenario it is just the daughter).  So putting her needs first, he is taking a step toward the angry hornet's nest to ensure her best interest. He is gently placing her down onto some semblance of reality. He knows full well the hornets may soon encircle her so he cannot get near. He is taking the risk of losing her to keep some normalcy in his children's lives. 

All the injustice that was directed toward him when it came to this custody case...all the lies and accusations...all the denying him his rights...and he is still loving and putting his childrens' needs first. I see despite the scowling faces and the windy howls he is so happy when he is with his kids.

I love my son and I love the way he loves his children.

All is well.