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Childhood Doesn't
Wait
I was sitting
on a
bench
while in a nearby mall,
when I noticed a young
mother
with two
children who were small.
The youngest
one was
whining,
"Pick me up," I heard him beg
but the mother's face grew
angry
as the child clung to her leg.
"Don't hang on
to me,"
she shouted
as she pushed his hands away,
I wish I'd had the
courage
to
go up to her and say:
"The time will
come too
quickly
when those little arms that tug,
won't ask for you to
hold
them
or won't freely give a hug.
"The day will
sneak up
subtly
just as it did with me,
when you can't recall the last
time
that
your child sat on your knee.
"Like those
sacred,
pre-dawn feedings
when we cherished time alone.
Our babies grow
and leave
behind
those special times we've known.
"So when your
child
comes to you
with a book that you can share
or asks that you
would tuck
him in
and help him say his prayer ...
"When he comes
to sit
and chat
or would like to take a walk,
before you answer that you
can't
`cause there's no time to talk.
"Remember what
all
parents learn
so many times too late,
that years go by too
quickly
and
that childhood doesn't wait.
"Take every
opportunity,
if one should slip away
Reach hard to get it back
again,
don't wait another day."
I watched that
mother
walk away.
Her children followed near.
I hope she'll pick them
up
before her chances disappear.
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