I Still See Children

My younger (home-schooled) daughter and I were at the dentist, 
which was in the vicinity of the college where my older daughter is a freshman.

We decided to stop by Furman University and have lunch with her.
As we turned the corner by the lake towards her dorm building, 
she was walking down the sidewalk towards us with camellias 
(and some white weeds--she wouldn't call them weeds-- for filler) in her hands.

In that moment, I remembered all the times when she was a very little girl 
who would inspect and then perhaps pick the flowers, wherever we happened to be.
And then hand them to me as a sweet token of love.
I saw her once again today as a two-year old watching a ladybug on a rose, 
and trying to count her dots (yes! She could count!)

It reminded me of a poem I wrote many years ago in my journal, 
knowing the day would come that they would be no longer girls, but young ladies.

by Mary Mason

Awhile ago, my little ones
were playing at my feet
with tiny hands clasped firm in mine,
my joy became complete.

I didn't ever realize how fast
those carefree days would go.
I seldom paused to think-
back then, I could not know.

I saw them only yesterday
at play upon the floor.
Today they're grown; and silence marks
the closing of the door.

Now two grown girls have claimed the place
two small girls once shared.
But sometimes in a word or look
I still see children there.

If you are reading this and have wee ones: 
cherish each day and treat them as the gifts to you that they are.
They won't be little forever.

How about going outside together to look for flowers?


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  1. With tears in my eyes, I write. My boys are 9 and 6 and already my husband and I are reminiscing about when they were littler. Thank you sharing that moment with us. It was just lovely!!!

  2. What a sweet post. It brought tears to my eyes too. My kids are 12 to 28, and even that 28 year old is will always be my little boy.

  3. What a great post! Love the poem. I feel like my little one is slippin' through my fingers :(

    I soo can't wait to play outside with her all summer though. These moments are so precious. Thanks for the reminder!

  4. Thank you Leslie, I don't read enough of what you write. I liked reading this poem. What a sweet memory with your babes.♥


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