“To my Grown Son”…but he’s not really grown yet! Thank God!

 

My hands were busy through the day.

I didn’t have much time to play

The little games you ask me to.

I didn’t have much time for you.

I’d wash your clothes, I’d sew and cook,

But when you’d bring your picture book

And ask me please to share your fun,

I’d say: “A little later, son.”

I’d 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 too fast.

No longer is he at your side,

His precious secrets to confide.

The picture books are put away,

No good-night kiss, no prayers to hear…

That all belongs to yesteryear.

My hands, once busy, no 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.

-Author Unknown

Mom gave me this poem that was in a newspaper article and was given to her by my Aunt Kim Gallagher back in 1979 (the year Paul was born).  Not sure how Mom felt when reading it back then but I’m sure she reads it and feels differently now.  Reading it makes me sad because I’m sure there are so many mothers out there that feel this way once their children are grown.  I don’t want Owen to ever grow up…well at least not for a long time!!

 

Reminds me that its ok if my house isn’t immaculate, if the laundry isn’t put away, the house isn’t vacuumed…because getting to spend all my time with my little man isn’t going to last forever and I want to enjoy EVERY second I can! I now understand when my  Mom told me that the love you have for your child, your first born, is indescribable! I have trouble putting my love for Owen into words…because its beyond words, he is just MY Owen! <3