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There was once an energetic four-year old girl. Her days were filled with dolls, coloring books, and endless playing. But at night time, when her energy was gone, she would pile books up on the couch, look at her mom and say, “Mommy? Can you read to me?”
And her mom, with dishes to do, laundry to fold, and dust she could write in, would look at her little girl and smile from the inside out. She would take a deep breath, sit down on the couch, and say:
For just a few minutes
For just a short time
I’ll stop what I’m doing
I’m thankful you’re mine
Time flew by as it always does and the little girl grew right along with it. It wasn’t long before she was ten years old. Her room emptied of all things Barbie and filled with Justin Bieber posters and Hannah Montana paraphernalia. But at night, when the day was finally settled, she would come to her mom and ask, “Mom, are you busy? Can you play a game with me?”
And her mom, with paperwork piling up, events to organize, and lunches to pack, would look at her growing girl and smile from the inside out. She would take a deep breath, sit down right beside her, and say:
For just a few minutes
For just a short time
I’ll stop what I’m doing
I love that you’re mine
Before long, the mother grew grey hairs at a rapid rate. Music blared through her house. Boys called frequently. And shopping trips to the mall no longer included her. But on rare occasions her daughter would come to her and quietly say, “Mom? I need to talk.”
And when she did, her mom, tired from chauffeuring, catering, and cleaning, would look at her daughter and smile from the inside out. She would take a deep breath, hold her daughter’s hands, and say:
I’ve got many minutes
I’ve got lots of time
You need my attention
And for now, you’re just mine
This daughter grew up good. She was loved by many and especially by one. The big day came and her mother watched as she walked down the aisle. When the day was all done, her daughter came to her and said,
Mom. Thanks for the moments.
And thanks for the times.
We’ll have many more.
Just of a different kind.
Her mother’s heart swelled with pride as she smiled from the inside out at this daughter of hers.
In later years, disease struck far too early and the mother’s health began to fail. As her time shortened and her future looked grim, her daughter came to her and said, “Mom, can we talk like old times?”
And her mother, with pain in her chest, pills by her bed, and coughing hurting her so, smiled from the inside out and said,
I’ve not many minutes
I’ve not too much time
But what I have left
Is just yours and mine
Her daughter stayed by her bed until the wee hours of the morning.
A few days after the funeral, a note was found in the mother’s home addressed to the daughter. With trembling hands the daughter opened the note and read:
I loved every minute
I loved all the times
We chatted together
Sweet daughter of mine
Now that daughter’s little boy comes to her often as well. With beautiful blue eyes, he looks up at her and asks, “Mom can you play catch with me?” And that daughter, with dishes to do, laundry to fold, and dust she can write in, looks at her sweet little boy, smiles from the inside out, and says:
For as long as you want
For as long as we can
I’d love to play with you
That's always my plan
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