Aww

[Fuschia]

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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 to do

I?d wash your clothes and sew and cook

And when you brought 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 tiptoe softly to the door?

I wish I?d stayed a minute more.

For life is short, the years rush past?

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

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? Author Unknown

[Otta]

Yep, they'll fly the nest, and you'll all and up alone.

Merry Christmas!

[Otta]

Made me think of this.

 

[DishandtheSpoon]

But, at the risk of being lynched, isnt this why we have to try really really hard to continue to have our own lives and interests post becoming Mums?

[pripolla]

Beautiful! Thanks, Fuschia!

[echo]

lovely, enjoy the sweet moments everyone- they will soon disappear for us as they did for the parents before us....