The grass will grow back.
There was a story my mom told me when I was pregnant with Jasmine about a man who took alot of pride in his yard. When his son was a toddler, he pushed his little dump trucks and dug holes in the yard, killing the grass. His wife assured him with, "It will grow back, Dear." They had another child, close in age and when his sons were young boys playing tag, or cops and robbers with their friends father struggled to get the grass to stay green. His wife assured him, it would in fact grow back.
When they were teens, they would dump thier bikes in the yard right next to the fence leaving a dirt path. "Don't worry dear, it will grow back.
Many years later when the boys were leaving for college the man stood overlooking his pristine lawn and said....
"They will come back...won't they?"
My mom said the most important thing to remember as a parent is to live each day for now; tomorrow they will be much older, and you can't get yesterday back. If you spend all their life waiting for your grass to grow back, you could miss the whole thing.
This is good
It brought tears to my eyes.
