~SOMEDAY~

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SOMEDAY, when the kids are grown, life will be different. The memo pad

on my refrigerator door will read, "Afternoon at hairdresser," or, "Browse

through art gallery," or, "Start golf lessons," instead of, "Pediatrician at 2:00," or, "Cub Pack Meeting.

SOMEDAY, when the kids are grown, the house will be free of graffiti.

There will be no crayoned smiley faces on the walls, no names scrawled

in furniture dust, no pictures fingered on steamy windows, and no initials etched in bars of soap.

SOMEDAY, when the kids are grown, I'll get through a whole chapter of an

engrossing book without being interrupted to sew a nose on a teddy

bear, stop a toddler from eating the dog food, or rescue the cat from the toy box.

SOMEDAY, when the kids are grown, I won't find brown apple cores under

the beds, empty spindles on the toilet paper hanger, or fuzzy caterpillars in

denim jeans. And I will be able to find a pencil in the desk drawer, a

slice of leftover pie in the refrigerator, and the comics still in the center of the newspaper.

SOMEDAY, when the kids are grown, I'll breeze right past the gumball

machine in the supermarket without having to fumble for pennies; I'll

stroll freely down each aisle without fear of inadvertently passing the

candy or toy sections; and I'll choose cereal without considering what

noise it makes, what prize it contains, or what color it comes in.

SOMEDAY, when the kids are grown, I'll prepare Quiche Loraine, or

Scallops Amandine, or just plain liver and onions, and no one will say, "Yuk! I

wish we were having hot dogs!" or, "Jimmy's lucky, his mom lets him eat

chocolate bars for dinner."; And we'll eat by candle light, with no one trying to

roast their peas and carrots over the flame to "make them taste better,"

or arguing about who gets to blow out the candle when we're done.

SOMEDAY, when the kids are grown, I'll get ready for my bath without

first having to remove a fleet of boats, two rubber alligators, and a soggy

tennis ball from the tub. I'll luxuriate in hot, steamy water and billows of

bubbles for a whole hour, and no fists will pound on the door, no small

voices will yell, "Hurry up, Mommy! I gotta go!"

YES, SOMEDAY, when the kids are grown, life will be different.

They'll leave our nest, and the house will be

                             Quiet....

                                               and calm....

                                                                     and empty....

                                                                                               and lonely....

                                                                                                                     And I won't like that at all!

And then I'll spend my time, not looking forward to SOMEDAY, but looking
back at YESTERDAY.

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