A timely reminder – a poem for busy parents

Sharing a poem I read that really tugged at my heartstrings…

How many of us are guilty of telling our children, ‘”I’ll do that later with you” or “I don’t have time for that now”?

Personally, I just need reminders like this every once a while to get back to the reality of being a mother, learn to slow down the pace of life and simply connect with the children wholeheartedly. How many more years do I have left with them that they will look up to me as the centre of their universe? I gather, not that many left seeing how fast children grow up these days, so I’d better enjoy the moments when they invite me to be part of their lives before the exciting world takes over and it’s their turn to say,

“Sorry, Mom, not today.”

“To My Grown-Up Son”

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 fun,
I’d say, “A little later, son.”

I’d tuck you in all safe at night,
And hear your prayers, turn out the light,
Then tiptoe softly to the door,
I wish I’d stayed a minute more.

For life is short, and years rush past,
A little boy grows up so fast,
No longer is he at your side,
His precious secrets to confide.

The picture books are put away,
There are no children’s games to play,
No goodnight kiss, no prayers to hear,
That all belongs to yesteryear.

My hands once busy, now lie still,
The days are long and hard to fill,
I wish I might go back and do,
The little things you asked me to.

by Alice E. Chase (March 8, 1986)


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2 Responses to A timely reminder – a poem for busy parents

  1. Mary Fischer says:

    this poem by Alice E Chase I read 50 years ago…
    cleaning & scrubbing can wait till tomorrow,for babies grow up, we learned to our sorrow, so quiet down cobwebs, dust go to sleep… I’m rocking my baby , & babies don’t keep.
    Would love to find this to hang on my great grand child’s wall.

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