SOMEDAY
SOMEDAY,
when the kids are grown, life will be different. The memo pad on my refrigerator door will read, "Afternoon
at hairdresser," or, "Browse through art gallery," or,
"Start golf lessons," instead of, "Pediatrician at 2:00,"
or, "Cub Pack Meeting."
SOMEDAY,
when the kids are grown, the house will be free of graffiti. There will be no crayoned smiley faces on
the walls, no names scrawled in furniture dust, no pictures fingered on steamy
windows, and no initials etched in bars of soap.
SOMEDAY,
when the kids are grown, I'll get through a whole chapter of an engrossing book
without being interrupted to sew a nose on a teddy bear, stop a toddler from
eating the dog food, or rescue the cat from the toy box.
SOMEDAY,
when the kids are grown, I won't find brown apple cores under the beds, empty
spindles on the toilet paper hanger, or fuzzy caterpillars in denim jeans. And I will be able to find a pencil in the
desk drawer, a slice of leftover pie in the refrigerator, and the comics still
in the center of the newspaper.
SOMEDAY,
when the kids are grown, I'll breeze right past the gumball machine in the
supermarket without having to fumble for pennies; I'll stroll freely down each aisle without fear of inadvertently
passing the candy or toy sections; and I'll choose cereal without considering
what noise it makes, what prize it contains, or what color it comes in.
SOMEDAY,
when the kids are grown, I'll prepare Quiche Loraine, or Scallops Amandine, or
just plain liver and onions, and no one will say, "Yuk! I wish we were having hot dogs!" or,
"Jimmy's lucky, his mom lets him eat chocolate bars for
dinner."; And we'll eat by candle
light, with no one trying to roast their peas and carrots over the flame to
"make them taste better," or arguing about who gets to blow out the
candle when we're done.
SOMEDAY,
when the kids are grown, I'll get ready for my bath without first having to
remove a fleet of boats, two rubber alligators, and a soggy tennis ball from
the tub. I'll luxuriate in hot, steamy
water and billows of bubbles for a whole hour, and no fists will pound on the
door, no small voices will yell, "Hurry up, Mommy! I gotta go!"
YES,
SOMEDAY, when the kids are grown, life will be different. They'll leave our nest, and the house will
be
Quiet....
and calm....
and empty....
and lonely....
And
I
won't like that at all!
And
then I'll spend my time, not looking forward to SOMEDAY, but looking back at
YESTERDAY.
(Author
Unknown)
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"Friends are angels who lift us to our feet when our wings have trouble remembering how to fly." - Anonymous.