Ok, I wrote a silly little poem this morning while watching Isaiah tear his diaper off and run through the house for the 5th time this morning. That kid wont keep a diaper on. Thanks for reading it! Little feet on furniture, toys scattered on the stairs. Dirty little faces, ketchup in their hair. Waffles tossed and smushed, oatmeal on the floor. Dishes piling in the sink, children yelling for more. Syrup smears on mommy’s pants, fingerprints down the halls. Their artwork in the kitchen, their pictures on the walls. Bathtub full of bubbles and toys, squealing children play. They’re running naked through the house(not for the first time today). Wrestling them into pajamas, chasing them down the hall. Bedtime prayers and kisses, suddenly they seem so small. Time will soon escape us, our children quickly grow. No more kisses at bedtime, praying for time to slow. Thankful for the messes, thankful for all the noise. Children won’t always be children, boys won’t always be boys.
Posted on: Tue, 29 Apr 2014 13:52:59 +0000
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