Oh migosh, they're all grown up

So, here I am, one old broad, coming to you to share MY views from MY end of the path we call 'Life'. Just seems like yesterday that my husband and I built this house and moved into it --- had to be -- surely to goodness 42 years doesn't pass that quickly!! I was just turning 26 when we moved here and now my children are much older than that (sorry, kids:) But, I guess it does -- 'time flies when you're having fun!!' (there....my first boring, been around and repeated for years, tidbit!!)

At any rate, after living here alone for 9 years now(tune in another day to find out what happened to my husband), am seeing the great need to 'downsize' all that stuff that you 'shove into drawers, closets -- anyplace to get it out of sight, all those things which you don't want to trash'.....after all 'out of sight, out of mind' (OMGosh they just come popping out of my head right into my fingers and onto the keyboard!!!! -- sorry), I found this wonderful thing I cut out of the Gradeschool newsletter when my children were there (40 some-odd years ago) and I feel compelled to begin my Blog Journey with this.

I remember, upon watching my grown-up children raising THEIR children now, how hectic that time was and how there never seemed to be enough hours in the day to get everything done, and so I remember so many times saying 'not now -- maybe later' etc., etc., etc. and thinking that tomorrow I'd do that with them and 'tomorrow never came' (yes, a third one!).

PERHAPS some of you young mothers out there will stumble upon me and it will help you get your priorities where they should be now -- with your children......the world will wait while you perform this SO IMPORTANT, ESPECIALLY TODAY job -- from my end of the spectrum now I can see how society changed when women began to be convinced that there were more important things than being a homemaker. Now most of us have to work with times being what they are(however, I am seeing a trend back to stay at home moms /this will be another day's blog/), but the following may help you place the proper priorities on the spare time you have. Enjoy:)


TO MY GROWN-UP CHILDREN

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'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, 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,
their 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.

(author unknown)

So much for my first Blog -- thank you, Mynde(my baby) for showing me the way.