Some Day

Years from now, I will look back and wish I was able to go back in time, slow things down, and just enjoy EVERY single second.

Some day, I will miss having little ones eat off my plate.  I won't have sticky hands to wash or milk cups to fill.  I will be able to sit down to eat, but I'll miss getting up multiple times during the meal for refills or seconds.

One day, I'll miss having someone to push on the swing at the park.  No one will want to play ring around the rosy or other silly games I invent.  Hide n seek will be "childish" and walks with mom will be embarrassing.

Strollers, cribs, pack n plays, and high chairs will be replaced with new tennis shoes, toddler beds and dining room chairs.  They will request to eat off adult plates, with adult silverware, and adult cups. Sippy cups and all their parts will be no more.

Some day I'll have to actually set an alarm clock, and not depend on my little ones to wake me up. I'll yearn for bedtime stories, goodnight kisses, and one-more-hugs.

There will come a day when our weekend plans will not revolve around nap time.

I will miss seeing the excitement on their faces when I pick them up from school, and the tight little hugs they give during our reunification.  I will be woebegone the first time they aren't excited to see me.

One day, I'll be sad when I no longer pick up arts and crafts material from their cubicles daily, and my refrigerator will be bare.  I'll miss their scribbled notes, made up words, stick people and hand-print art.

There will come a day when I'll take their shoes off, expecting to find a load of sand, only to realize they no longer enjoy this basic childhood activity.

Some day they won't want mom or dad to tuck them in, read them a story or kiss them goodnight.  They will be reading to themselves and dodging the pecks we try to give them.

One day, they will be too big to carry, too heavy to lift up, and they will no longer reach their hands up requesting "ups."  They won't hold my hand when we're walking or request piggy back rides.  I won't be able to rock them like a baby before laying them in their beds.

No longer will I be able to choose their clothes, their shoes, their hairstyles, their accessories.  Bath time will be non-existent, and bath toys thrown away.

We are all so anxious to see our little ones grow up, but right now I'm going to savor all of these little things, because it won't be like this for long.