I was so busy through the day, I didn't take the time to play.
When you brought your games to me, I told you "not now," and quietly,
I cleaned the house, I'd iron and cook, but but when you'd bring your story book,
and ask me to sit and read to you, I'd say, "I have to much to do".
I'd tuck you in your bed at night, you'd say your prayers, I'd dim the light.
Too quickly I'd pass through the door, I should have stayed a minute more.
Life's too short, each year flies past, my little boy grew up too fast.
No longer playing by my side, for me to nurture and to guide.
The books and toys are packed away, no longer are there games to play.
No precious bedtime prayers to hear, that all belongs to yester-year.
My days once busy now are calm, the hours empty and too long.
I wish I could go back and do, all the things you asked me to.
*This was a poem that I found years ago when my children were little. Suddenly, it became very clear to me that having a spotless house wasn't all that important. Give your kids a big hug and kiss, and take the time to enjoy each moment.....:)
When you brought your games to me, I told you "not now," and quietly,
I cleaned the house, I'd iron and cook, but but when you'd bring your story book,
and ask me to sit and read to you, I'd say, "I have to much to do".
I'd tuck you in your bed at night, you'd say your prayers, I'd dim the light.
Too quickly I'd pass through the door, I should have stayed a minute more.
Life's too short, each year flies past, my little boy grew up too fast.
No longer playing by my side, for me to nurture and to guide.
The books and toys are packed away, no longer are there games to play.
No precious bedtime prayers to hear, that all belongs to yester-year.
My days once busy now are calm, the hours empty and too long.
I wish I could go back and do, all the things you asked me to.
*This was a poem that I found years ago when my children were little. Suddenly, it became very clear to me that having a spotless house wasn't all that important. Give your kids a big hug and kiss, and take the time to enjoy each moment.....:)
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May. 23, 2007 at 2:04 PM
I never worried about anything other than taking care of my daughter. I know some of us get caught up in our every day lives. But I think most of us by the end of each day you are there for your family. You are all kind and caring. If you slipped up along the way. You are forgiven. Don't beat yourselves up. We are all only human. Love your kids the best you can and they will know that you did.
May. 27, 2007 at 2:50 AM
thank you so much for sharing this. As the mom of 5 I can say yes the years go by way too fast and i for one know that I need to remember the words in this poem. So often I send them on their way because of all I have to do and today its hard to believe that two of my babies are already teenagers. I guess its really time to start cherishing each moment I have with all 5 of them. thanks again.
Jun. 17, 2007 at 5:59 PM
AWWWWW!!!!! I try so hard to savor the precious moments between my sweet little baby and I. It sucks to know that I'll one day sit and look back at today and miss it and wish I did more too. You can only do so much but it's the thought and the intentions that truly count. They know we love them and they will know how hard we tried.
Jun. 13, 2008 at 11:28 AM
I like this poem!! A friend of mine once told me...Amanda...Those babies wont care what your house looks like!!! And she was right!! On the other hand...when you walk through the diningroom and stuff crunches under your feet...its time to put the flip flops on!!! LOL!! I never did like ironing anyways!
Sep. 16, 2008 at 3:49 PM
I love this poem. It's all so true. You know I have 2 boys.... and they are growing up just way too fast. Like you, I am staying home with them as long as we're financially able. I'm over what everyone else thinks.
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