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Pearl Harbor
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Someday...

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SOMEDAY, when the kids are grown, life will be different. The memo pad

on my refrigerator door will read, "Afternoon at hairdresser," or, "Browse

through art gallery," or, "Start golf lessons," instead of, "Pediatrician at

2:00," or, "Cub Pack Meeting."

SOMEDAY, when the kids are grown, the house will be free of grafitti.

There will be no crayoned smiley faces on the walls, no names scrawled in

furniture dust, no pictures fingered on steamy windows, and no initials

etched in bars of soap.

SOMEDAY, when the kids are grown, I'll get through a whole chapter of

an engrossing book without being interrupted to sew a nose on a teddy bear,

stop a toddler from eating the dog food, or rescue the cat from the toy box.

SOMEDAY, when the kids are grown, I won't find brown apple cores under

the beds, empty spindles on the toilet paper hanger, or fuzzy caterpillars

in denim jeans. And I will be able to find a pencil in the desk drawer, a

slice of leftover pie in the refrigerator, and the comics still in the

center of the newspaper.

SOMEDAY, when the kids are grown, I'll breeze right past the gumball

machine in the supermarket without having to fumble for pennies; I'll stroll

freely down each aisle without fear of inadvertently passing the candy or

toy sections; and I'll choose cereal without considering what noise it

makes, what prize it contains, or what color it comes in.

SOMEDAY, when the kids are grown, I'll prepare Quiche Loraine, or

Scallops Amandine, or just plain liver and onions, and no one will say,

"Yuk! I wish we were having hot dogs!" or, "Jimmy's lucky, his mom lets him

eat chocolate bars for dinner." And we'll eat by candlelight, with no one

trying to roast their peas and carrots over the flame to "make them taste

better," or arguing about who gets to blow out the candle when we're done.

SOMEDAY, when the kids are grown, I'll get ready for my bath without

first having to remove a fleet of boats, two rubber alligators, and a soggy

tennis ball from the tub. I'll luxuriate in hot, steamy water and billows of

bubbles for a whole hour, and no fists will pound on the door, no small

voices will yell, "Hurry up, Mommy! I gotta go!"

YES , SOMEDAY, when the kids are grown, life will be different.

They'll leave our nest, and the house will be Quiet....and calm....and

empty....and lonely.... And I won't like that at all!

And then I'll spend my time, not looking forward to SOMEDAY, but

looking back at YESTERDAY.

~~Author Unknown~~
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