Fingerprints on the windows

Cleaning house today, I couldn't help but notice all the fingerprints on the glass of the backdoor, the windows facing the backyard, and on the mirrors everywhere. I was trying to finish vacuuming and get other things done. Every time I walked through a room, I could see greasy fingerprints somewhere. I knew that I would be spending a chunk of time with the Windex at some point. And I thought, "Why can't those boys keep their sticky little fingers off the glass?", but then realized something more important. Some day, and not too far away probably, I won't have any fingerprints on the glass. They will be too old to stand on the windowsills and look outside when it is raining or when something interesting is going on. They will be too cool to put on a Batman or Superman cape and stand in front of the mirror, making all their poses and looking so courageous and brave, and totally adorable. And eventually, they will be too grown to physically be here much at all, much less leave fingerprints behind. So, I won't be getting out the Windex just yet, though it does irritate me to see the smudges everywhere. I think I'll go and hug my boys and then play wrestling on the bed. And I'm not going to worry one bit when the duvet gets messed up or when the pillows all get thrown in the floor.