As I enter the stage of life where my kids are young adults~I ponder this poem. Did I do enough?
Maid to be a Mother
Welcome to the home that lives within the house,
Where loving kids is all that really counts.
Where loving kids is all that really counts.
The dishes in the sink, the crumbs upon the floor,
And all the dirty laundry are secondary chores.
And all the dirty laundry are secondary chores.
Now don’t assume me lazy by looking at the mess,
I’ve put forth forty hours and still don’t take a rest!
I’ve put forth forty hours and still don’t take a rest!
I polish little minds as bright as they can be
And sweep out tiny hearts and keep them pure and clean.
And sweep out tiny hearts and keep them pure and clean.
Each and every soul is scrubbed until it gleams,
I also pick up spirits, should they ever lose a dream.
I also pick up spirits, should they ever lose a dream.
So push the clothes on over, and have yourself a seat—
Excuse the toys and cookie crumbs sticking to your feet.
Excuse the toys and cookie crumbs sticking to your feet.
Judge me as a mother, not the maid I ought to be
I’d prefer sparkling lives to a house dirt-free.
I’d prefer sparkling lives to a house dirt-free.
—Anonymous
5 comments:
Love this!!!! Thank you for sharing!
This is just what I need to remember at this season of life. Thank you for sharing!
Thank you for that. I'm going to print it out. Just to remember on those days, when I'm trying to be the maid and not the mother.
What a great poem.
Now that my adult children are all living on their own, I do not regret one moment of doing things with them when they were living here.
It was a joy and pleasure to talk with them and work with them, read to them and comfort them. The discipling was not too much fun but was necessary too.
Now I have plenty of time to clean, ( if I want too).
Thanks for sharing this.
Hope your daughter is enjoying SAU.
And your son's hair is looking great.
What a wonderful poem! Thank you for sharing. :)
Blessings to you!
Camille
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