SuperDave
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One of these days you'll shout, "Why don't you kids act your age?"
... And they will...
Or, "You guys get outside and find something to do."
... And they will...
"Don't slam the door!"
... And they won't...
You'll straighten the boy's room...
... neat and tidy...
... discard the dirty socks...
... stack the toys on the shelf...
... make the bed...
... sweep the floor...
... And say "Now I want this room to stay this way!"
... And it will...
You'll prepare a dinner -- a perfect dinner...
... with a salad that hasn't been picked to death...
... bring out a cake with no finger marks...
... sit down with a beautiful table with everything in its place...
... You'll say "Now there's a meal fit for company!"
... And you'll eat it alone...
You'll say "I want some quiet around here. Shut off the T.V. and the radio. Quite hanging around. Quit fighting. I want silence and privacy!"
... And you'll have both...
No more plastic table clothes stained with spaghetti...
No more dirty bed spreads and plastic sheets to protect the mattress from wet bottoms...
No more toys on the floor to fall over...
No more school books on the table...
No more dirty rings in the bathtub...
No more stopped up sinks, washer over-runs, shirts with burned ironing marks...
No more bubble gum in the blankets...
No more anxious nights under a vaporizer tent,
No more colic, diarrhea, whooping cough, runny noses wet clothes...
No more sand in the bed, food on the rugs, marks on the wall, dirt in the furniture, paint on the windows...
No more smashed fingers...
Imagine, no iron-on patches...
No wet, knotted shoe strings...
No lipstick with a point and odd socks that don't match up...
No babysitter on New Years Eve...
Imagine, seeing a steak that isn't ground!
No PTA meetings...
No back to school nights...
No more cavities...
No more car pools...
Think about it... No more broken toys on Christmas Day...
No more gifts for you made from toothpicks and library glue...
No more sloppy oatmeal kisses...
No more giggles in the dark...
No more scraped knees...
No responsibility, only a reflective voice crying out... "Why don't you kids grow up!"
... And the silence echoing... "We have..."
I came across this as I was cleaning out some very old files... Something I had saved from many years back, with a house full of kids. Now, they are all gone, several with families of their own, and as I reminisced, I couldn't help but remember having said some of these words.
So, as I paused to think long and hard, I thought I would pass it along for those that might get something from it...
... And they will...
Or, "You guys get outside and find something to do."
... And they will...
"Don't slam the door!"
... And they won't...
You'll straighten the boy's room...
... neat and tidy...
... discard the dirty socks...
... stack the toys on the shelf...
... make the bed...
... sweep the floor...
... And say "Now I want this room to stay this way!"
... And it will...
You'll prepare a dinner -- a perfect dinner...
... with a salad that hasn't been picked to death...
... bring out a cake with no finger marks...
... sit down with a beautiful table with everything in its place...
... You'll say "Now there's a meal fit for company!"
... And you'll eat it alone...
You'll say "I want some quiet around here. Shut off the T.V. and the radio. Quite hanging around. Quit fighting. I want silence and privacy!"
... And you'll have both...
No more plastic table clothes stained with spaghetti...
No more dirty bed spreads and plastic sheets to protect the mattress from wet bottoms...
No more toys on the floor to fall over...
No more school books on the table...
No more dirty rings in the bathtub...
No more stopped up sinks, washer over-runs, shirts with burned ironing marks...
No more bubble gum in the blankets...
No more anxious nights under a vaporizer tent,
No more colic, diarrhea, whooping cough, runny noses wet clothes...
No more sand in the bed, food on the rugs, marks on the wall, dirt in the furniture, paint on the windows...
No more smashed fingers...
Imagine, no iron-on patches...
No wet, knotted shoe strings...
No lipstick with a point and odd socks that don't match up...
No babysitter on New Years Eve...
Imagine, seeing a steak that isn't ground!
No PTA meetings...
No back to school nights...
No more cavities...
No more car pools...
Think about it... No more broken toys on Christmas Day...
No more gifts for you made from toothpicks and library glue...
No more sloppy oatmeal kisses...
No more giggles in the dark...
No more scraped knees...
No responsibility, only a reflective voice crying out... "Why don't you kids grow up!"
... And the silence echoing... "We have..."
I came across this as I was cleaning out some very old files... Something I had saved from many years back, with a house full of kids. Now, they are all gone, several with families of their own, and as I reminisced, I couldn't help but remember having said some of these words.
So, as I paused to think long and hard, I thought I would pass it along for those that might get something from it...
