Wordless Wednesday (or maybe not so much)

Daddy's boots

The nurse gave me a couple handouts as usual during SJ's check-up yesterday. I sat down to read through them... who knew I would end up with tears in my eyes. I will just say this -- I don't want to wish I could go back... I want to "live it up" today!
 Here is a sweet poem our pediatrician includes for parents at their child's 2-year-old physical. 

~~~ TO MY GROWN-UP-CHILD ~~~

My hands were busy through the day;
I didn't have much time to play
The little games you asked me to.
I didn't have much time for you,
I'd wash your clothes,  I'd sew and cook,
But when you'd bring your picture book
And ask me please to share your play
I'd say: "A little later in the day."
I'd tuck you in all safe at night
And hear your prayers, turn out the light, 

Then tip-toe softly to the door...
I'd wish I'd stayed a little more.
For life is short, the years rush past...

A little child grows so fast.
They are no longer at your side.
Their precious secrets to confide.
The picture books are put away.
There are no longer games to play, 

No good-night kiss, no prayers to hear... 

That all belongs to yesteryear.
My hands, once busy, now are still.
The days are long and hard to fill.
I wish I could go back and do 

The little things you asked me to.
- Anonymous