Ik voel me rusteloos. Wil iets nuttigs doen, wil weer perspectief in mijn leven. Waar vind ik dat? een doelstelling, een richting. Ik denk dat we er allemaal wel eens last van hebben en dat we vergeten wat er onder onze neus gebeurt het meest essentiële is, dat er maar kan zijn aan doelstelling: zorgen voor onszelf en voor elkaar. Maar in plaats van daar de aandacht aan te geven, halen we ons in het hoofd wat er allemaal nog meer gedaan moet worden. Zijn dat wel belangrijke dingen? Is het niet gewoon het belangrijkst om het moment te koesteren dat er even niks moet? Om alleen even de dingen te doen die goed voelen? en je daarmee te laten voeden? De schrijfster van onderstaand gedicht, heeft dat begrepen. En ik schat zo in, dat vele van jullie lezers het ook inmiddels wel begrepen, want dat is waar dit blog ook over gaat.
To My Child
Just for this morning, I am going to smile when I see your face and laugh when I feel like crying.
Just for this morning, I will let you choose what you want to wear, and smile and say how perfect it is.
Just for this morning, I am going to step over the laundry, and pick you up and take you to the park to play.
Just for this morning, I will leave the dirty dishes in the sink, and let you teach me how to put that puzzle of yours together.
Just for this afternoon, I will unplug the telephone and keep the
computer off, and sit with you in the backyard and blow bubbles.
Just for this afternoon, I will not yell once, not even a tiny grumble
when you scream and whine for the ice cream truck, and I will buy you
one if he comes by.
Just for this afternoon, I won't worry about what you are going to be
when you grow up, or second guess every decision I have made where you
are concerned.
Just for this afternoon, I will let you help me bake cookies, and I won't stand over you trying to fix them.
Just for this afternoon, I will take you to McDonald's and buy us both a Happy Meal so you can have both toys.
Just for this evening, I will hold you in my arms and tell you a story about how you were born and how much I love you.
Just for this evening, I will let you splash in the tub and not get angry.
Just for this evening, I will let you stay up late while we sit on the porch and count all the stars.
Just for this evening, I will snuggle beside you for hours and miss my favorite t.v. shows.
Just for this evening when I run my fingers through your hair as you
pray, I will simply be grateful that God has given me the greatest gift
ever given.
I will think about the mothers and fathers who are searching for their
missing children, the mothers and fathers who are visiting their
children's graves instead of their bedrooms, and mothers and fathers who
are in hospital rooms watching their children suffer senselessly, and
screaming inside that they can't handle it anymore.
And when I kiss you goodnight I will hold you a little tighter, a little
longer. It is then, that I will thank God for you, and ask him for
nothing, except one more day......
Van het blog: kissing the frog, schrijver onbekend.
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