Demaris
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."
Michael
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.
Patrick
SOMEDAY, when the kids are grown, I'll get
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.
Season
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.
Lexus
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.
Kelsey
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.
Royce Jr.
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!"
Rachel
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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