I can’t satiate your need for play. I know there will be a day when you won’t want to play with me anymore, and there will be a sharp and sudden reversal of our roles – me begging for a minute of your time, just a second, puh-lease! but you won’t have one and all I will be left with is “Cat’s In the Cradle” lyrics rolling through my head.
I work hard, only for the purpose of keeping the house warm and having food for us all to eat. I work hard, only to come home tired and worn, with sore feet and an ache in my back. I work with you on your homework, you struggle, I struggle. It’s bedtime now and you hate bedtime.
And then I’m in bed and I know I’ll do it all over again tomorrow and I have to remind myself I do it to keep the house warm and to have food for us all, but it never fails to hit me each morning that the only thing I want is to have time with you.
So I’ll make the most of today and I’ll try not to snap at you when you’re out of your bed at way-past-bedtime. I’ll hug you just a little longer than I normally do, and I’ll take a second longer to look right into your eyes and tell you I love you. And I’ll pray that those are the parts you’ll remember.