Hand Prints On the Wall
One day as I was picking
the toys up off the floor,
I noticed a small hand print
on the wall beside the door.
I knew that it was something
that I’d seen most every day,
but this time when I saw it there
I wanted it to stay.
Then tears welled up inside my eyes,
I knew it wouldn’t last
for every mother knows
her children grow up way too fast.
Just then I put my chores aside
and held my children tight.
I sang to them sweet lullabies
and rocked into the night.
Sometimes we take for granted,
all those things that seem so small.
Like one of God’s great treasures…
A small hand print on the wall.
I found the poem above from a book of Stories by Unknown Author. My eyes captured a beautiful title of the poems, “Hand Prints On the Wall,” then I decided to share it. As a mother I have the same feeling with that author. I saw my son grows up way too fast.
My (baby) is 6 years old now, and he will start his studies this year. Alhamdulillah! I’m glad with this fact that he will learn more of life. I imagined about his future life, 6 years in Elementary School, 3 years in Junior High School, 3 years in Senior High School then he will continue his studies to University or college. Oh, masha’Allah he will be a young man. It very…very fast. If Allah gives us more chances to live in this world, I’ll see my son in another person. He will start a new life as a husband and father. Allahu Rabb! I’ll miss his childhood. I dreamed about his future.
And now I see him still a boy, an active boy. I am a witness of his activities. When he was 2, he liked to write everything in every material, floor, wall, cupboard, boxes, doors, and in my clothes. LOL! I gave him some books, whiteboard, pens and felt-tip marker. He writes and draws most every day. And as he was 3, he loved to play mud, and lied on it. I let him to play mud, because I knew he learned something from mud, and ground. I took his pictures when he played with it, I’ll show him, tell him about his childhood in 12 years later. Insha’Allah! I want to know his reaction about himself. It’d be a great event next!
In my opinion, every mother will miss the childhood of her children. So, let’s play with them and be a witness of their wonderful childhood.