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Just for this morning, I am going to smile when I see your face and
laugh when I feel like crying.
Just for this morning, I will let you choose what you want to wear, and
smile and say how perfect itis
Just for this morning, I am going to step over the laundry, and pick
you up and take you to the park to play.
Just for this morning, I will leave the dishes in the sink, and let you
teach me how to put that puzzle of yours together
Just for this afternoon, I will unplug the telephone and keep the
computer off, and sit with you in the backyard and blow bubbles.
Just for this afternoon, I will not yell once, not even a tiny grumble
when you scream and whine for the ice cream truck, and I will buy you
one if he comes by.
Just for this afternoon, I won’t worry about what you are going to be
when you grow up, or second guess every decision I have made where you
are concerned.
Just for this afternoon, I will let you help me bake cookies, and I
won’t stand over you trying to fix them.
Just for this afternoon, I will take us to
McDonald’s and buy us both a
Happy Meal so you can have both toys.
Just for this evening, I will hold you in my arms and tell you a story
about how you were born and how much I love you.
Just for this evening, I will let you splash in the tub and not get
angry
Just for this evening, I will let you stay up late while we sit on the
porch and count all the stars.
Just for this evening, I will snuggle beside you for hours, and miss my
favorite TV shows.
Just for this evening when I run my finger through your hair as you
pray, I will simply be grateful that God has given me the greatest gift
ever given.
I will think about the mothers and fathers who are searching for their
missing children, the mothers and fathers who are visiting their
children’s graves instead of their bedrooms, and mothers and fathers
who are in hospital rooms watching their children suffer senselessly,
and screaming inside that they can’t handle it anymore.
And when I kiss you goodnight I will hold you a little tighter, a
little longer. It is then, that I will thank God for you, and ask him
for nothing, except one more day….that’s very touching poem and also for every parent even mom’s whp are suffering from postnatel or some form of depression makes them stop and think how wonderful it is to be a parent…..and how lucky one is to have the priveledge…… 😥
Oooo goosebumps.
that really is a beautiful poem, going to make it harder on me to leave leave dd with her nana tomorrow so hubby and I go off to a wedding 🙂 1st outting since she was born she is now 2yrs old 😆
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