Growing Pains Hey little guys, you’ve both grown so tall. When did all those past years go by? It’s like I awoke and dropped the ball even under my watchful eye. Where are the short and unsteady feet that ran around me all the time? I can still hear your voices so sweet joined in singing nursery rhymes. Chorus: Don’t be in a hurry to grow, my sons, stay babies a little while more. Come sit with me and let’s snuggle tonight before young men walk out the front door. I miss dimpled hands, so tiny then, reaching up to fit into mine. There’s no more gate to block off the den or highchair from which you must dine. The diapers are gone, part of the past. Your bottles are replaced by pop. You’ve grown into young men so fast I fear you won’t know when to stop. Chorus: Don’t be in a hurry to grow, my sons, stay babies a little while more. Come sit with me and let’s snuggle tonight before young men walk out the front door. Slow down, my sons, there are so few years for us to enjoy ‘till you’re grown. Someday you’ll know all my joys and fears when you’re blessed with babes of your own. Chorus: Don’t be in a hurry to grow, my sons, stay babies a little while more. Come sit with me and let’s snuggle tonight before young men walk out the front door.
