You Are The Reason My Heart Continues To Beat...you Are Why I Exist!

MY SON GROWS UP..... 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 to do. I'd wash your clothes and sew and cook And when you brought your picture book And ask me please to share your fun, I'd say: "A little later. Son" ILd 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 boy grows up so fast.... No longer is he at your side, His 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 yester year. 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. (MaryAnn LoSchiavo Barbuto. Written 1961) My son was about 2 years old when I first read this poem. I had it framed and it hung on his bedroom door. It moved me so much. Though I read it every single night, after putting him to bed, I still cried as if it was the first time I had read it. I don't think I ever cried as hard as I did, while typing it just now...... My Miracle, My Hearbeat, My Everything.......KWB...8:27Am-2/19/97
PrincessInW8ing PrincessInW8ing
36-40, F
5 Responses Feb 11, 2010

Oh....she sure will come back to her Mommy- don't you worry about that Hon ;) Thanks so much for your comment! I apologize for getting around to it so late as I've been away from EP for the past few months.....(((((HUGZ)))))

Wow ! That is so amazing and so very very true, i have tears in my eyes. I am filled with nostalgia! <br />
My daughter is around your son's age and sadly i can not turn back the time and get the little girl back, even for a moment. <br />
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The good thing is that we are ever age we've ever been, so that for me is some consolation :) ! Also, from what everyone tells me, she will come back to me as she is older, now she is very much into friends and her social life, mom is not so cool ;p <br />
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Take care, K.

Truer words were never spoken destiney! Don't they grow just too fast? It's amazing how certain memories stay frozen in our minds as though time had stood still if only for a moment.....And so we'll alwayz see the baby that we first held in our arms at the hospital, and we'll never forget the first time we looked into their eye's, or their first steps, first words...etc... as it is forever etched in our hearts <3

It's so nice to hear a Mother say that she does have time for her child. It's like the warm fuzzy feeling that I always get when I see a father pushing his child in a stroller or holding hands as they walk along, just the two of them! I had problems keeping my son in daycare. It was hard on both of us. I was lucky to be able to quit; pull him out and keep him home until kindergarten. I cry over the poem bc he's no longer the little baby that in my eyes he will always be.............God Bless

I kinda teared up too when I read it. My son is turning 2 in May and I am so happy to say I don't feel as if I don't have enough time for him. The first year I worked 3 days. It was so hard going back to 4 working days, but we're doing good. He's in a wonderful daycare since november so I'm not worried as much. I still feel 4 days might be a bit too much (for me), but we seem to do fine as a family all together! And for this I thank the ones above...