It's very strange how times have changed from the present to the past.
When did they grow so quickly, the time has flown so fast.
For it seems like only yesterday I helped him with his shirt,
Or pat my baby on the back, Or kissed away a hurt.
Tell a story, read a book, wipe a nose, or tie a shoe.
They never ask me to rub their backs the way they used to do.
Once it was a bother, just a troublesome kind of chore.
But now I would give anything to do it just once more.
Mommy, bounce me on your knee, Daddy, flip me in the air.
Throw a rubber ball to me and help me comb my hair.
Mommy, tickle my tummy... Daddy hold me high.
Lets go outside, for a while, to make a kite to fly...
I count it as a privilege I count it cause for praise
To kiss my children goodnight at the close of everyday.
For I know too soon they're up and gone, and walking out the door.
And I'll never have a child to kiss goodnight anymore!