Lying there in bed listening to his new born baby cry.
He makes a pot of coffee and splashes water on his face.
His wife gives him a kiss and says it's gonna be okay.
It won't be like this for long.
One day we'll look back laughing at the week we brought her home.
This phase is gonna fly by, so baby just hold on.
It won't be like this for long.
4 years later 'bout 4:30, she's crawlin' in their bed.
And when he drops her off at preschool she's clinging to his leg.
The teacher peels her off of him; he says what can I do?
She says now don't you worry this'll only last a week or two.
It won't be like this for long.
One day soon you'll drop her off and she won't even know you're gone.
This phase is gonna fly by, if you can just hold on.
It won't be like this for long.
Someday soon she'll be a teenager, and at times he'll think she hates him.
Then he'll walk her down the isle and leave her there.
But right now she's up there cryin'
and the truth is that he don't mind.
As he kisses her goodnight and she says her prayers.
He lays down there beside her 'till her eyes are finally closed.
And just watching her it breaks his heart 'cause he already knows.
It won't be like this for long.
One day soon that little girl is gonna be all grown up and gone.
Yeah, this phase is gonna fly by, so he's tryin' to hold on.
'Cause it won't be like this for long.
It won't be like this for long.
It's just been one of those days I've been trying to remember this song. Put things into perspective...you know what matters and what really won't matter. I remember hearing someone tell me that before you discipline or yell ask yourself "Will this matter in 10 years? 5 years? 1 year? A month? A week? Tomorrow?....10 minutes from now?" If the answer is "No" don't worry about it. Let it go. Sometimes I just have a hard time "letting it go". I suddenly feel sorry for my Mom having to go through that "nothing works for discipline" stage with me. It's really irritating. Afterwards you feel terrible because you feel like you disciplined to harshly...and yet, he's completely un-phased by any of it. And then I think about when he's going to be grown up and is going to be the wonderful man that I know he will be; it breaks my heart. Unless his personality changes DRASTICALLY between now and manhood, he will be such a sweet and caring man too. He's not going to grow up to be a terrible person just because he doesn't want to clean his room, or gets a little territorial with his brother, or doesn't eat all of his food at dinner, or if he won't go to bed right away. Or forgets that it's MY job to discipline his brother...not his. It's not going to have eternal consequences if he keeps wanting "just one more drink of water" when he's got a full glass sitting right next to his bed. In the long run, none of that really matters...I just need to remember that.
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