For babies grow up, I’ve learned to my sorrow
So, settle down cobwebs. Dust go to sleep
I’m rocking my baby and babies don’t keep
Some houses try to hide the fact
That children shelter there.
Ours boasts of it quite openly,
The signs are every where.
For smears are on the windows,
Little smudges on the doors;
I should apologize I guess
For toys strewn on the floor.
But I sat down with the children
And we played and laughed and read,
And if the doorbell doesn’t shine,
Their eyes will shine instead.
For when at times I’m forced to
Choose the one job or the other,
I want to be a housewife…
But first I’ll be a mother.
If I live in a house of spotless beauty with everything in its place,
but have not love, I am a housekeeper – not a homemaker.
If I have time for waxing, polishing, and decorative achievements, but
have not love, my children learn cleanliness – not godliness.
Love leaves the dust in search of a child’s laugh.
Love smiles at the tiny fingerprints on a newly cleaned window.
Love wipes away the tears before it wipes up the spilled milk.
Love picks up the child before it picks up the toys.
Love is present through the trials. Love reprimands, reproves, and is
responsive. Love crawls with the baby, walks with the toddler, runs
with the child, then stands aside to let the youth walk into adulthood.
Love is the key that opens salvation’s message to a child’s heart.
glory in God’s perfection of my child. As a mother, there is much I
must teach my child, but the greatest of all is love.
I also wanted to share this blog entry shared by a fellow mom/friend. Grab a tissue.