CAUTION This Post May cause tears!!

I was just one the phone with my Aunt Tonight and we were talking about this poem, I think I will take her advice and post it for you to read....It is so true, our time is so short with them...so take some time to listen and make memories the beds can be made tomarrow:)

Wet Oatmeal Kisses


One of these days you'll explode and shout to all the kids,"Why don't you just grow upand act your age!"And they will ... Or, "You guys get outside and find something to do -- without hurting each other And don't slam the door!"And they don't..... You'll straighten their bedrooms until it's all neat and tidy,toys displayed on the shelf, hangers in the closet,animals caged. You'll yell,"Now I want it to stay this way!"And it will ... You will prepare a perfect dinner with a salad that hasn't had all the olives picked out and a cake with no finger traces in the icing and you'll say,"Now this is a meal for company."And you will eat it alone ...
You'll yell,"I want complete privacy on the phone.No screaming.Do you hear me?"And no one will answer.
No more plastic tablecloths stained.
No more dandelion bouquets.
No more iron-on patches.
No more wet, knotted shoelaces,muddy boots or rubber bands for ponytails.
Imagine ... a lipstick with a point,no babysitters for New Year's Eve,washing clothes only once a week,no PTA meetings or silly school plays where your child is a tree,no car pools,blaring stereos or forgotten lunch money.
No more Christmas presents made of library paste and toothpicks,no wet oatmeal kisses,no more tooth fairy,no more giggles in the dark,scraped knees to kiss or sticky fingers to clean
Only a voice asking,"Why don't you grow up?"And the silence echoes:"I did"

-- Erma Bombeck --