|
| Oatmeal
Kisses |
The baby is teething-the children are fighting. My husband just
called and said to eat dinner without him. Okay, one of these days
you'll shout: "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 won't.
You'll straighten up their rooms neat and tidy...bumper stickers
discarded...spreads tucked and smooth ... toys displayed on the
shelves...hangars in the closet...animals caged, and you'll say
out loud: "Now I want it to stay that 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 it and you'll say,
"Now there's a meal for a company." and you'll eat it alone.
You'll say, "I want complete privacy on the phone. No dancing
around, no pantomimes, no demolition crews. Silence! Do you
hear?"...and you'll have it. No more plastic tablecloths stained
with spaghetti, no more anxious nights under a vaporizer tent,
no more dandelion bouquets, no more iron-on patches, knotted
shoestrings, or tight moots.
Imagine, a lipstick with a point, no babysitter for New Year's
Eve, washing clothes only once a week, no P.T.A. meetings,
carpools, blaring radios, Christmas presents out of toothpicks
and paste. No more "Wet Oatmeal Kisses". No more tooth fairy
giggles in the dark, or knees to heal.
Only a voice crying..."Why don't you grow up?"... and the
silence echoing ......."I did." |
|
 |
|
