When the kids are grown, life will be different, 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."
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.
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.
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.
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.
When the kids are grown, I'll prepare Quiche Lorraine, or
Scallops Almondine, or just plain liver and onions, and no one will say,
"Yuck!" 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.
When the kids are grown, I'll get ready for my bath without
first having to remove a fleet of boars, 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!
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