my playground days are numbered.
before i know it: they'll be asking for spending money
instead of under-dogs,
instead of under-dogs,
i'll be watching cars full of teenagers drive away
instead of strong little arms swinging from monkey bars,
instead of strong little arms swinging from monkey bars,
after school play dates will turn to date nights...
i'm both eagerly awaiting the return of my "freedom"
and anxiously holding on to their snuggly little bodies
all curled up in my lap and my heart.
all curled up in my lap and my heart.