Just One More Day

Last day of school Holidays...... just a moment of reflection!
Just One More Day

To my child ...

Just for this morning, I am going to smile when I see your face

and laugh when I feel like crying.

Just for this morning, I will let you wake up softly, all rumpled

in your sheets and I will hold you until you are ready for the day.

Just for this morning, I will let you choose what you want to wear,

and smile and say how perfect it is.

Just for this morning, I am going to step over the laundry, and

pick you up and take you to the park to play.

Just for this morning, I will leave the dishes in the sink, and

let you teach me how to put that puzzle of yours together.

Just for this afternoon, I will unplug the telephone and keep the

computer off, and sit with you in the back yard and blow bubbles.

Just for this afternoon, I will not yell once, not even a tiny grumble

when you scream and whine for the ice cream truck, and I will buy you

one if he comes by.

Just for this afternoon, I won't worry about what you are going to

be when you grow up, or second guess every decision I have made

where you are concerned.

Just for this afternoon, I will let you help me bake cookies, and

I won't stand over you trying to fix them.

Just for this afternoon, I will take you to McDonald's and buy us

both a Happy Meal so you can have both toys.

Just for this evening, I will hold you in my arms and tell you a

story about how you were born, and how much I love you.

Just for this evening, I will let you splash in the tub and not get

angry.

Just for this evening, I will let you stay up late while we sit on

the porch and count all the stars.

Just for this evening, I will snuggle beside you for hours, and miss

my favourite TV show.

Just for this evening, when I run my fingers through your hair as you

pray, I will simply be grateful that God has given me the greatest gift

ever given.

I will think about the mothers who are searching for their missing

children, the mothers who are visiting their children's graves instead

of their bedrooms, and mothers who are in hospital rooms watching their

children suffer senselessly, and screaming inside that they can't handle

it anymore, and when I kiss you goodnight, I will hold you a little

tighter, a little longer.

It is then that I will thank God for you, and ask him for nothing,

except one more day.

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