Do you remember wishing your kids were grown? Suddenly you're amazed at how quickly it's happening. In my case, I'm amazed at how quickly it has happened.The truth is, they'll soon be gone, leaving the place feeling deserted and quiet.
A friend of mines put it poignantly: "I pass a lot of houses on my way home; some pretty, some inviting. But my heart skips a beat when I see my house nestled against the hill. I'm especially proud of the way it looks because I drew the plans myself. It started out large enough for us. I even had a study, in which the two teenage boys now reside! It had a guest room, but my girl and nine dolls are permanent quests there now. It had a room for Peg, who hoped to turn it into her sewing room, a study, just for the two of us.
But it won't be empty. Every corner, room, nick in the coffee table will be full of memories. Memories of picnics, Christmases, birthdays, bedside vigils...going barefoot, vacations, cats, dogs, parakeets, gold fish, black eyes...graduations, first dates, arguments, ball games...and a thousand other things that fill the lives of those who rear five kids. And Peg and I will sit quietly by the fire and listen to the laughter in the walls."
Childhood and youth evaporate swiftly. So fill them with loving, wonderful and sustaining memories. Don't just spend quantity time, spend quality time. "Make every minute count."
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