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Modern Dating for asians of all types, Indian, Muslim, Chinese, Japanese, and so on...

SOMEDAYWhen the kids are grown….
the house will be free of graffiti.
There will be no crayoned smiley faces on the walls, no names scrawled infurniture dust,
no pictures fingered on steamy windows, and no initials etchedin bars of soapImages
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When the kids are grown….
I’ll get through a whole chapter of an engrossing book
without being interruptedto sew a nose on a teddy bear,
stop a toddler from eating the dog food, or rescuethe cat from the toy box.
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When the kids are grown….
I won’t find brown apple cores under the beds,
empty spindles on the toilet paper hanger,or fuzzy caterpillars in denim jeans.
And I will be able to find a pencil in the desk drawer,
a slice of left over pie in the fridge,and the comics still in the center of the newspaper.
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When the kids are grown….
I’ll breeze right past the gumball machine in the supermarkets
without having to fumblefor pennies; I’ll stroll freely down each aisle without fear of inadvertently passing the candyor toy sections;
and I’ll choose cereal without considering what noise it makes,
what prize it contains,or what colour it comes in.
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When the kids are grown…
I’ll prepare Quiche Loraine, or Scallops Amandine,
or just plain liver and onions,and no one will say,
“Yuk! I wish we were having hot dogs!” or
“Jimmy’s lucky,his mom lets him eat chocolate bars for dinner.
”And we’ll eat by candle light, with no one trying to roast their peas and
carrots over the flame to “make them taste better”,
or arguing about who gets toblow out the candles when we’re done.
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When the kids are grown…
I’ll get ready for my bath without first having to remove a fleet of boats,
two rubber alligators, and a soggy tennis ball from the tub.
I’ll luxuriate in hot, steamy water and billows of bubbles for a whole hour,
and no fists will pound on the door, no small voices will yell,
“Hurry up mommy! I gotta go!”YES….SOMEDAY

when the kids are grown..
life will be different.
They’ll leave our nest, and the house will be
quiet….and calm….and empty….and lonely….
and I won’t like it at all! And then I’ll spend time,
not looking to SOMEDAY
but looking back at YESTERDAY.