I Would Rather Be In Bed

Someday my walls won’t be covered in fingerprints and dirt. Someday my laundry piles will be manageable and small. There won’t be an energetic girl doing cartwheels endlessly in my living room and bending in ways that surely are not human. There won’t be a boy eating snacks endlessly from the kitchen and speaking of video games I know nothing about. There won’t be shoes that don’t get put away or laughter that echoes through my house. There won’t be towels on the bathroom floor or piles of dishes left in the sink. 

There won’t be last minute school projects or ball games to rush to. There won’t be school clothes to buy or lunches to make or silly dinner time banter. There won’t be eye rolls and huffs and puffs and closed doors. 

There won’t be children that are too large trying to fit on a lap that is far too small to fit them. Their bedrooms will stand empty, their floors will be clean and smell fresh. Hugs won’t come daily and all the messes will be gone. 

Someday things will shift and childhood will fade. Someday all that will be left is memories and report cards and kindergarten art projects stored in the attic. Someday they won’t need a hand to hold for every problem they face. Someday the pictures will crush my heart just a little bit tighter. Someday there will be graduations and weddings and a whole new era of firsts. 

What a panic it is to know someday will be too soon. What a peace to know today is not someday.