He hugged his dad goodnight <br />and passed me by. <br />I laughed because I knew <br />I'm never given my hug and kiss goodnight <br />until he is lying in bed and tucked in. <br /> <br />It's the same with all my kids. <br />Once they're in bed <br />they'll yell ''I'm ready Mom! '' <br />and I'll go in and give them <br />their hug and kiss goodnight. <br /> <br />While he passed by me tonight <br />I almost felt slighted. <br />I said ''Hey, why do I have to get up <br />and Dad don't? '' <br />''Can't you just give me <br />my hug and kiss out here? '' <br /> <br />His explanation cracked me up! <br /> <br />''Why would I hug you out here Mom? <br />Do the numbers on a clock go to meet the hands? <br />No, that just wouldn't be right. <br />That's the same with us. <br />You're like the hands and I'm like the numbers.''<br /><br />Mary Nagy<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-numbers-on-a-clock-don-t-go-to-the-hands-they-wait-for-them/
