My head does understand, but my heart is a little slow in grasping this whole concept of ‘growing up’. So here’s a little something I wrote last night…
One day they’ll eat all well
Talking non stop , stories they’ll tell.
One day this mess won’t be there
living rooms all tidy and clear-
Dishes all done
Cushions in place
Dust – absolutely no where .
Walls white with no marks
Floor spick and spark
Laundry smelling fresh clean
No poop / boogies to be seen.
Till then, embrace the dirty loaded sink
Messy homes on top of everything,
Screaming little ones, tantruming and pulling hair.
Hold them a little more closer, blowing a deeper prayer. .
For the time that is flying way too fast
With the blink of an eye
It wont all last..
Breathe in and out,
Laugh and roll all about
Be messy , Be wild
Capture the moment one on one, piled.
Hug a little more
Kiss multiply by 4 ! .
For one day, you’ll wake up and all won’t last.
One day , each day, today, they’re growing way too fast.