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 me" she shouted as she pushed his hands away. I wish I had the courage to go up to her and say.
The time will come to quickly when those little arms that tug won't ask for you to hold him 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 you cherished time alone. Our babies grow and leave behind those special times we've known
So when your child come to you with a book that you can share or asks that you tuck them in and help them say their prayers
When they come 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 to 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 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
Unknown Author
Legacy of an Adopted Child
Once there were two women
Who never knew each other
One you do not remember
The other you call mother
One gave you a nationality
The other gave you a name
One gave you the seed of talent
The other gave you an aim
Two different lives
Shaped to make yours one
One became your Guiding Star
The other became your Sun
One gave you emotions
The other dried your tears
The first gave you life
The second taught you how to live in it
The first gave you a need to love
The second was there to give it
One gave you up, it was all that she could do
The other prayed for a child, and was led straight to you
And now you ask me through your tears
The age old question through the years
Heredity or Environment
Which are you a product of
Neither my darling- Neither
Just two different types of love
Unknown Author
I came across these two poems in high school. I never knew there meanings until I became a mother. I think that many times as parents, mother or father, when we have had a bad day that we loose track of what's important in our lives. When we want 5 more minutes to sleep or our favorite TV show is on. Even when we think they couldn't ask another "WHY" or "HOW COME" I try, as I'm sure all parents do, to answer all the many and I do mean many questions my children ask.
I'm sure we can all agree, that our children are a gift from God and like any other gift we should treasure them rather they be children we gave birth to, we adopted, or children that touched our lives some how. They have so many ideas, opinions, and thoughts of their own, and they love to share them. My children are 5 and 7 and they say and think the same way we do. They have some of the same concerns their father and I have. We try to hear and answer them all.
It's too easy to say "NOT RIGHT NOW" or "STOP ASKING SO MANY QUESTIONS" In school we are taught that there is no wrong or dumb question and that we ask questions to learn. So before we give our children that annoyed answer remember they are growing and that the best teachers they have are us as their parents
I can't believe my children are as old as they are already and they go to school. It was just yesterday I was getting up at 2 a.m. for feedings. So quickly have they grown and I know it's not going to be "COOL" to give mommy a kiss as I drop them off at school, and they are not going to want to be tucked into bed.
So answer as many questions as you can, tell them you love them every chance you get, hug them, kiss them, tuck them in at night. Ask them what they learned and how their day was. Take every opportunity you can with them. Pretty soon they'll be grown and Childhood Doesn't Wait.
Julie Hall
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