Most mornings, I wake up excited and eager to start the day. I kiss my babies and pat their little heads. I want to soak up every moment with them and enjoy them wholeheartedly. But as the day progresses, we seem to spend less and less quality time together.
The mornings are great. We eat breakfast, play on the floor, and read a few books. In the afternoons, I am busy talking on the phone, or doing the dishes, or running errands. And the evening are just chaos, with dinner and baths.
Although we are together all day, it feels like we don't spend enough quality time together.
A few weeks ago, I was reading Shannon's blog. She had posted this poem, and it actually brought tears to my eyes...
To My Grown Up Son
My hands were busy through the day;
I didn't have much time to play
The little games you asked me to.
I'd wash your clothes, I'd sew and cook,
But when you'd bring your picture book
And ask me please to share your fun
I'd say "A little later, son."
I'd tuck you in all safe at night
And hear your prayers, turn out the light.
Then tip-toe softly to the door....
I wish I'd stayed a minute more.
A little boy grows up so fast.
No longer is he at your side
His precious secrets to confide.
The picture books are put away,
There are no longer games to play,
No good-night kiss, 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.
I am resolving to spend more quality time with my babies. And you should too. Now stop reading this, and go play with your baby.