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
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.
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 then I'll spend my time, not looking forward to someday, but looking back at yesterday.
7 comments:
Well this story is talking about the complain of the parent which cause by their children in everyday life such as: wasted food, complaining about food, bathing the kid, messy house...etc. but in the end the author give us full meaning parent love when they are going to lost all those kind of activities. it's mean that parent are not regret of doing those things but what they are regretting is losing it in the future. They love it and remember it forever <3
This story is good one, that talking about the different life that we all met is our life. And it show what the poor met and what rich met. For example: Someday,when the kids are grown,they stop a toddler from eating the dog food, or rescue the cat from the toy box. this passage show about the poor's family.
Someday when the kid are growth. According to my understanding, mostly the article reflect the parents' mindset about their children. As kids' behavior are always messy and sometime bored for them. Parents are looking forward to see children become adulthood. I guess if they become mature, their life will be different, maybe parents recognize the happiness moment is when children were kids.
Kids can make their parents happy when they wear smiley face to parents.But they also create noisy environment and make house become untidy and messy place.However, when they grow up their behavior change into mature.For parents feel lonely when their children leave house and they miss that time.
Someday want to tell us about the different of activities and situation from one day to other day.
All of life are always change don’t you hope it return into the past. Activity that we do in the past will be as a result in the present and at the future. The past is the experience in present and is lesson for the future. So we want to do any thing must to do it quickly, don’t wait for tomorrow.
Life has value than all every thing, so we mustn’t to regard to take danger to someone. Before we do some thing we must to judge clearly better we through someone to wrong way.
This story talking about someday that happen in past so don't care about it. We must are looking in the future and try do something good to prepare us life.
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