Questa è Enida

Kar Cher and I had a long, much-needed, heart-to-heart chat the other day. About us – about the childhood we never really had. The mistakes our parents made when they were young. The visions they had that we never saw or understood, and yet had to share. In Ka Cher’s words: “I remember our childhood when we were ALWAYS doing something, or when we always HAD to do something…chores.”

Mom and Dad probably wanted what many other parents did. One big happy family. They got what they wished for. But all my life, right to the point when I had Kitreena, I had always wondered why I wouldn’t ever want more than two children. I now have two – ‘minimum number’ to make it plural. And for my children’s sake, I want them to enjoy their childhood. To be little…to be children.

My job as a parent is far from done. But for now, I just want to watch them grow. Slow them down, if I could. But I will watch and I will let them be. For that little child in me I never got to love, I promise.

Let Them Be Little
Lonestar

I can remember when you fit in the palm of my hand
Felt so good in it, no bigger than a minute
How it amazes me, you’re changing with every blink
Faster than a flower blooms they grow up all too soon

So let them be little ’cause they’re only that way for a while
Give them hope, give them praise, give them love every day
Let them cry, let them giggle, let them sleep in the middle
Oh just let them be little

I’ve never felt so much in one little tender touch
I live for those kisses, prayers and your wishes
Now that you’re teaching me things only a child can see
Every night while we’re on our knees all I ask is please

Let them be little ’cause they’re only that way for a while
Give them hope, give them praise, give them love every day
Let them cry, let them giggle, let them sleep in the middle
Oh just let them be little

So innocent, a precious soul, you turn around
It’s time to let them go

So let them be little ’cause they’re only that way for a while
Give them hope, give them praise, give them love every day
Let them cry, let them giggle, let them sleep in the middle
Oh just let them be little

Let them be little

(Richie McDonald/Billy Dean)