driving home today,
i was listening to the "mamma mia" soundtrack...again!
the song "slipping through my fingers" came on.
as usual, it had me in tears.
when i hear it, i think of
my three beautiful daughters.
the times we have shared.
the laughter. the tears.
the good times and the bad.
they are truly three of my best friends. but this song makes me realize that i could have been
so much better as a mother. i should have done so much more
with them when there was plenty of time to do it.
now i see the future closing in and i have to admit that before long,
they will all be grown and gone and living on their own.
they will be wives and mothers and i will no longer be the center of their lives.
two of them are already married
and one of them is already a mother.
so i am even closer to being the only girl in the house than i care to admit.
but my intent is not to whine or seem entirely morose.
my intention for posting this is to
remind the rest of you
to make the most of every single minute you have your children near you. don't wait for "later"...it comes far too quickly.
and then "later" becomes "too late".
children are so precious, and once they grow,
they are grown ups forever after.
so love them. play with them.
read to them.
take them all the places you dream of going.
hug them. kiss them.
and never, ever "send" them to bed...
always tuck them in.
and always tell them you love them!!!
sarah, laura, jessica...i love you!
ps...you can hear this song by choosing it
from my playlist to the left!
or here are the words:
schoolbag in handshe leaves home in the early morningwaving goodbye with an absent-minded smilei watch her go with a surge of that well-known sadnessand i have to sit down for a whilethe feeling that i'm losing her foreverand without really entering her worldi'm glad whenever i can share her laughterthat funny little girlslipping through my fingers all the timei try to capture every minutethe feeling in itslipping through my fingers all the timedo i really see what's in her mindeach time i think i'm close to knowingshe keeps on growingslipping through my fingers all the timesleep in our eyesher and me at the breakfast tablebarely awake, i let precious time go bythen when she's gonethere's that odd melancholy feelingand a sense of guilt i can't denywhat happened to those wonderful adventuresthe places i had planned for us to gowell, some of them we didbut most we didn'tand why i just don't knowslipping through my fingers all the timesometimes i wish that i could freeze the pictureand save it from the funny tricks of timeslipping through my fingers all the time