I shared this on Facebook the other day, because it really touched me. I cried as I read it, because I think it hit a little close to home. I am trying to be in the moment more with my son, instead of telling him I’m busy. Obviously there are times when it really is true. But of all my priorities, my son his my top priority.
Kids truly don’t care what we buy them or give them… the best gifts we give our children are the gift of our time and attention.
I don’t know who wrote this and it doesn’t seem to have a title, but maybe the words will touch you like it did me.
I stopped to watch my little one
busy playing in his room.
In one hand was a plastic phone; in the other a deflated balloon.
I listened as he was saying to his make believe little friend
And I’ll never forget the words he said, even though it was pretend.
He said, “Teddy’s in the corner cuz he’s not been very good.
He didn’t listen to a word I said or do the things he should.”
In the corner I saw his teddy bear all dressed in a bow and brown fur.
It was obvious he’d been put there to sit all alone for sure.
My son continued his “conversation,” as I sat down on the floor.
He said, “I’m all fed up I just don’t know what to do with him anymore?
He whines whenever I have to work and wants to play games, too;
He never lets me do the things that I just have to do?
He tries to help me with the dishes, but his arms just cannot reach
And he doesn’t know how to fold the towels and I don’t have the time to teach.
I have a lot of work to do and a big house to keep clean.
I don’t have the time to sit and play- don’t you know what I mean?”
And that day I thought a lot about making some changes in my life;
As I listened to his innocent words that cut me like a knife.
I hadn’t been paying enough attention to what I hold most dear.
I’d been caught up in responsibilities that increased throughout the year.
But now my attitude has changed, because, in my heart, I realize
I’ve seen the world in a different light through my little darling’s eyes.
So, let the cobwebs have the corners and the dust bunnies rule the floor,
I’m not going to worry about keeping up with them anymore.
I’m going to fill the house with memories of a child and his mother
For God grants us Only One Childhood, and we will never get another.