“Again, Mommy! Again!”
Joyous toddler cries still faintly echo in my memory even
today. In my mind’s eye, I see dimpled, chubby toddler hands reaching up, waiting to be
spun around for the umpteenth time. But it’s been a long time since a baby or
toddler has lived in this house.
Now those toddler cries have been replaced by the following
requests:
“Mom, can I have $10 for the youth group activity tonight?”
Again?
“Mom, can you take me to volleyball practice in 10 minutes?
Again?
“Mom, can my friends sleepover Friday night?”
Again?
I know there will come a day when those requests grow fewer
and then silent as each one of my children matures, moves out, and starts their
own lives outside these four walls.
So, for now, I try with all my heart and soul to relish the requests of my pre-teen and
teenagers, to hang on to each moment with these cherished kids of mine. And I
try to remember that someday I’ll wish for their requests – again.
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This is an entry for Five Minute Friday. Every Friday hundreds of writers join in this five minute writing exercise at Lisa-Jo Baker's blog, Tales from a Gypsy Mama.
We write for five minutes flat. All on the same prompt that Lisa-Jo posts on her blog. And we connect on Twitter with the hashtag #FiveMinuteFriday
No extreme editing; no worrying about perfect grammar, font, or punctuation.
Unscripted. Unedited. Real.