They’re growing up…

My baby is graduating from Grade 8!  How did I get here?  Where did the time go?  I feel like life is moving so fast.  These feelings got me remembering a poem my Dad read at my high school graduation.  It’s an oldie but a goodie!  Get your tissues handy! 

Wet Oatmeal Kisses

A young mother writes: “I know you’ve written before about the empty-nest syndrome — that lonely period after the children are grown and gone. Right now, I’m up to my eyeballs in laundry and muddy boots. The baby is teething; the boys are fighting. My husband just called and said to eat without him, and I fell off my diet. Lay it on me again, will you.”

OK. One of these days you’ll explode and shout to the kids, “Why don’t you grow up and act your age?”
…and they will.

OR:

“You guys get outside and find yourselves something to do. And don’t slam the door!”
…and they don’t.

You’ll straighten up the boys’ bedroom neat and tidy — bumper stickers discarded, bedspread tucked and smooth, toys displayed on the shelves. Hangers in the closet. Animals caged. And you’ll say out loud, “Now I want it to stay this way.”
…and it will.

You’ll prepare a perfect dinner with a salad that hasn’t been picked to death and a cake with no finger traces in the icing, and you’ll say, “Now, there’s a meal for company.”
…and you’ll eat it alone.

You’ll say: “I want complete privacy on the phone. No dancing around. No demolition crews. Silence! Do your hear?”
…and you’ll have it.

No more plastic tablecloths stained with spaghetti.
No more bedspreads to protect the sofa from damp bottoms.
No more gates to stumble over at the top of the basement steps.
No more clothespins under the sofa.
No more playpens to arrange a room around.
No more anxious nights under a vaporizer tent
No more sand on the sheets or Popeye movies in the bathrooms.
No more iron-on-patches, wet, knotted shoestrings, tight boots, or rubber bands for ponytails.
Imagine. A lipstick with a point on it.
No baby sitter for New Year’s Eve.
Washing only once a week.
Seeing a steak that isn’t ground.
Having your teeth cleaned without a baby on your lap.
No PTA meetings.
No car pools.
No blaring radios.
No one washing her hair at 11 o’clock at night.
Having your own roll of Scotch tape.
Think about it. No more Christmas presents out of toothpicks and library paste.
No more sloppy oatmeal kisses.
No more tooth fairy.
No giggles in the dark.
No knees to heal, no responsibility.

Only a voice crying, “Why don’t you grow up?” and the silence echoing,
“I did.”

~Erma Bombeck (1927-1996)

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About Karen Hay, RN

Parenting and supporting families to be as healthy as possible is my passion. I love opportunities to connect with Halton families on social media and look forward to chatting with you online. Halton Region is where my family lives and plays.
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2 Responses to They’re growing up…

  1. Selena says:

    Your poem reminds me of an impromptu dance party we had in our cottage family room the other night…furniture pushed aside, music blaring, and six kids demonstrating their moves and showing off their karaoke skills at the top of their lungs. Pure joy on the childrens faces as they swirled around the room with all the parents clapping and their spirits let loose. One of the dads leaned over to me and whispered “there isnt a sight more perfect than this.” Really, I thought???…the noise was crazy, the chaos around my perfectly staged room was unsettling, and the worry of broken limbs as the dancing unleased set in. Yet it was a perfect sight, he was right. The ultimate challenge of parenting is wishing the chaos would end and yet hoping it never does. If only we can keep our perspective and enjoy the chaos!

    Thanks for sharing your memory Karen!

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