Urban Mommy

Just for this morning, I am going to step over
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> > the laundry,
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> > and pick you up and take you to the park to
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> > play.
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> > *Just for this morning, I will leave the dishes
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> > in the sink,
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> > and let you teach me how to put that puzzle of
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> > yours together.
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> > *Just for this afternoon, I will unplug the
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> > telephone and
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> > keep the computer off, and sit with you in the
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> > backyard and
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> > blow bubbles.
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> > *Just for this afternoon, I will not yell once,
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> > not even a
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> > tiny grumble when you scream and whine for the
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> > ice cream truck
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> > and I will buy you one if he comes by.
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> > *Just for this afternoon, I won’t worry about
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> > what you are
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> > going to be when you grow up, or second guess
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> > every decision
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> > I have made where you are concerned.
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> > *Just for this afternoon, I will let you help me
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> > bake cookies,
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> > and I won’t stand over you trying to fix them.
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> > *Just for this afternoon, I will take us to
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> > McDonald’s and buy
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> > us both a Happy Meal so you can have both toys.
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> > *Just for this evening, I will hold you in my
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> > arms and tell you
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> > a story about how you were born and how much I
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> > love you.
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> > *Just for this evening, I will let you splash in
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> > the tub and
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> > not get angry.
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> > *Just for this evening, I will let you stay up
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> > late while we sit
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> > on the porch and count all the stars.
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> > *Just for this evening, I will snuggle beside
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> > you for hours,
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> > and miss my favorite TV shows.
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> > *Just for this evening when I run my finger
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> > through your hair
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> > as you pray, I will simply be grateful that God
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> > has given me the
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> > greatest gift ever given.
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> > *I will think about the mothers And fathers who
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> > are searching
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> > for their missing children, the mothers and
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> > fathers who are
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> > visiting their children’s graves instead of
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> > their bedrooms, and
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> > mothers and fathers who are in hospital rooms
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> > watching
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> > their children suffer senselessly, and screaming
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> > inside that
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> > they can’t handle it anymore.
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> > *And when I kiss you good night I will hold you
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> > a little tighter,
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> > a little longer. It is then, that I will thank
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> > God for you, and
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> > ask Him for nothing, except one more
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> > day………….

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