| "Someday" |
| Someday; When the kids are grown, life will be different. The memo pad on my fefridgerator door will read, "Afternoon at hairdressers," or "Browse through art museum," 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 grafitti. There will be no more crayoned smiley faces on the walls, no names scrawled in the furniture dust, no pictures fingered on steamy windows, and no initials etched in the 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 dog food, or rescue the cat from the toy box. Someday; when the kids are grown, I won't find frown apple cores under the bed, 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 "fridge", and the comics still in the center of the newspaper. Someday; when the kids are grown, I'll breeze right by a gumball machine in the super market without having to fumble for pennies; I'll stroll freely down each aisle without fear fo inadvertently passing the candy or toy shelf and I'll choose cereal without considering what noise it makes, prize it contains, or what color it comes in. Someday; when the kids are grown, I'll prepare Quiche Loraine, or Scallops Almondine, or just plain liver and onions, and no will say, "Yuk, I wish we were having hot dogs!" or "Jimmy's licky, his mom lets him have chocolate bars for dinner." And we'll eat by candle light, with no one trying to roast their peas and carrots over the flames to "make them taste better," or arguing about who gets to blow out the candle when we are done. Someday; when the kids are grown, I'll get ready for my bath without first having to remove a fleat of baots, 2 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!" 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 it 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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