My children, my darlings - I always wonder,
When they leave home – will they know what to do?
Will they remember all I've taught them, all the important stuff? For example:
To always wipe off the cutting board, never leave a pot in the sink, hang up the dish cloth over the tap, don’t leave it in a smelly ball.
They may joke – "Mom says …"
So they grow up, they move out,
And then they come back!
But, I like my solitude. I don’t miss child rearing and caring and running after and definite meal times and planning and worrying about nutrition and health and doctors.
Long gone are piano lessons, recorder Tuesdays, soccer games, spending Saturday in the car, driving, driving, driving.
I like my dogs. We have an understanding. They eat and sleep, and love me unconditionally.
My kids love me unconditionally, as well – I think. But they roll their eyes – listen – agree – see that I’m right – and then go ahead and do whatever they were going to do in the first place.
They still argue. I still play peacekeeper. I praise my son-in-law and daughter-in-law for surviving my kids.
I love my grandchildren. They love me. We colour and play race cars. I run after them, take them to swimming, and watch them skate, bike, trike and play soccer.
Families – I may rant, I may rave, but - they are my children. The door is always open!
1 comment:
The voice of a woman who has done it all and now has her life back with the continued joy of family. Love the part about the son and daughter in law. Very funny.
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