THE CHILDREN DON'T WAIT

NORA DUARTE - MIAMI (E. U.)

There is a time to advance the baby's arrival,
a time to consult to the doctor.

A time to dream
what will be this boy when it grows.

A time for
to request to God that I become trained to raise the son that I take
in my bowels.

A time to prepare my soul, for
to feed his, because very soon it will arrive the day in
that he will be born.

Because the children don't wait.

There is a time to feed him during the night, for
colics and baby bottles.

There is a time to rock it and a
time to walk it for the room, with patience
and self-denial.

A time to show him that their new one
world is a world of love, of kindness and of dependence.

There is a time to marvel of what he is: A person, a to be created to image of God.

I have solved
to make the maximum thing within my reach.

Because the children don't wait.

There is a time to have it among my arms and to count him
the most beautiful history that he has never heard.

A time
to speak to him of God and to teach him to marvel and
to feel astonishment.

There is a time to take it to the park
to swing, of running with him a career, to make him
a drawing and to give him companionship full with happiness.

There is a time to teach him the road and to teach him to pray
with their boy lips and to teach him to love the word of God.

Because the children don't wait.

There is a time to sing instead of renouncing, to smile
instead of puckering the frown, a time to share
with him my best attitudes, my love for the life, my
love for heaven's sake, my love for mine.

There is a time
to answer to all their questions, because maybe
the moment will come in that won't want to listen my
answers.

There is a time to teach him very
patiently to obey, to put in their place those
toys, there is a time to show him the beautiful thing of the one
duty compliment, of acquiring the habit of reading books
deep, of knowing the peace that he comes for the sentence
and the introspection.

Because the children don't wait.

There is a time to see it leave courageously to the
school and to miss their way to always be
to my surroundings, of knowing that I will be there to respond
to their call when it returns of the school and to listen
with interest their descriptions of that happened in that
day.

There is a time to teach him to be independent,
to have responsibility, of knowing how to discipline him with
love, because soon the moment will arrive of leaving it
to leave and of loosing the knots that hold it to my
skirt.

Because the children don't wait.

There is a time to store each fleeting instant of its
childhood, to inspire it and to prepare it. I won't change
this natural right for that "plate of lentils"
called social position or professional reputation or for
a salary check.

A hour of dedication today, he will be able to
to save years of pain tomorrow. The house can wait,
the deluxe cars can wait, the plates can wait,
the new piece can wait.

Because the children don't wait.

The moment will arrive in that there will no longer be more doors than
they hit, neither toys, neither you fight among them, neither you mark
in the walls; then I will be able to look behind with joy and
to know that these years of being mother they were not wasted.

I request to God that the moment arrives in that he can see in my
I sprout an entire being, loving to God and serving to the other ones.
My God, give me the wisdom to know that today is the one
my children's day, the moments of little importance don't exist
in their lives.

That he knows how to understand that there is not better career, neither I work
more remunerative, neither more urgent task.

That me not
defer neither neglect this work that can accept it
with joy, and that with the help of the Sacred Spirit he gives me
it counts that the time is brief and that my time is today.

Because the children don't wait.