She smiled and sighed as she rolled over in bed
"Just a few minutes more." was all that she said.
Her little boy looked at her, face long with dismay
"I thought we were going to go fishing today."
She yawned and she stretched and sat up with a groan
"I have so much to do. Can't we just stay at home?"
He sighed then and nodded, and turned to stomp out.
"Hey," called his mother, "there's no need to pout!"
He looked back at her then with tears on his cheeks
"You've promised to take me for weeks and for weeks.
We never go anywhere, never have fun.
I wish that I was somebody else's kid, mom!"
Her eyes filled with tears and she knew he spoke true,
But a single mom working had so much to do.
She sat for a minute and thought of her son
Then arose from her bed, knowing what had to be done.
Fifteen minutes later, with the gear packed and stowed,
She called to him "Time to get this show on the road!"
He came to the door, Hot Wheels car in his fist,
Raised an eyebrow and asked "Is there something I missed?"
"I promised to take you," She smiled into his eyes.
"And we're going right now, so don't look so surprised."
Her son hugged her tightly then ran for the car.
The day wasn't magical: we got soaked; it was cold,
But the memories we made are more precious than gold.
My Roran once told me "Store-bought things just don't last,
But sweet memories, beloved, never stay in the past."
For a while I forgot in my grief and depression
What Roran and I knew leaves a lasting impression.
Remember what's important for a parent and kid,
It's not what you said that counts, it's what you did.
~ C. Masson (all rights reserved) Dec 2008