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I thought I would add a poem here that I found to be quite sad and unfortunatley true in a lot of cases. I know when I first read this poem, it had a great impact on me and I honestly tried to redirect my priorities in life, making my children my number one priority. Its not that they were not always number one, it is just that with so much going on in my life I sometimes failed to notice that they are really growing up fast and every precious moment with them at this age does count. I no longer put my homework or housecleaning first. I never use the excuse "Just a minute" or "I can't right now...". All I do is think of the person who might have wrote this poem and how they have spent many moments in their life regretting not spending those few precious moments. And for this author, I admit I am greatful, because from her mistakes, I can avoid making them myself...

To My Grown Up Child

My hands were busy through the day;
I didn't have much time to play
the little games you asked me to
I didn't have much time for you.
I washed your clothes, I'd sew and cook
But when you'd bring your picture book
And asked me please to share your fun
I'd say,"A little later hon".
I'd tuck you in all safe at night
and hear your prayers;
turn out the light
then tiptoe softly to the door...
I wish i'd stayed a minute more
For life is short; the years rush past...
A little child grows up so fast
No longer are they at your side
with precious secrets to confide
The picture books are put away
There are no longer games to play
No kiss good night, no prayers to hear
That all belongs to yesteryear
My hands, once busy, now are still
The days are long and hard to fill
I wish I could go back and do
The little things you asked me to....

Author Unknown


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