The Little Things....

The Little Things (for all of us with our hands full)

The work undone, the beds unmade,
The floor unswept, the meal delayed,
My food is growing cold,
The laundry I have yet to fold.
"I'm hungry Mom," the children say,
A thousand and one times a day.
And "Mommy will you read to me?"
And "Mom, why can't I watch TV?"
And "Mommy, hold me on your knee."
And "Quickly Mom, I have to pee!"

Then finally everything is set.
The children's needs have all been met,
And I can really sink my teeth
Into my work with great relief.
Another sound. "Oh Dear," I sigh-
My newborn daughter's plaintive cry.
Now I must sit amidst debris
And nurse this infant quietly,
And dream of who I'd rather be,
Disdaining mediocrity.

But as this angel snuggles in
And I caress her silken skin
And meditate on beauty here,
This tiny hand, this perfect ear
This life, this love, this holiness,
I can forget about the mess
And know with utter clarity
My life is rich as rich can be.

I wonder when I'm old and gray,
Will I look back upon today
And wish I'd been a better Mom
By getting all the housework done?
I'd much prefer a memory
Of children smiling up at me,
Of walks and hugs and moments shared
Of taking time to show I cared.

Author Unknown