Someone recently gave this poem to me and I wanted to share it with all of you moms … just in case you need a reminder of the importance of your role as “mother”.
The house is untidy from window to door,
Marks on the walls and food on the floor.
The clothes are unwashed and the dishes are too.
There’s scum in the bathroom and fat on the stew.
There are toys in the passage and under our feet.
The garden’s a jungle when seen from the street.
So what have I done, then to earn my repose?
To just look around me you’d say no-one knows.
I’ve held a small hand as her first steps she took.
I’ve made animal noises as we read a book.
I’ve built a mud pieand admired a snail.
I’ve rescued the cat from a grip on her tail.
I’ve wiped away tears, and I’ve listened to tales.
I’ve used medication to get smiles from wails.
So I guess what I’ve done isn’t easy to see,
It won’t cleen the house and it won’t cook the tea.
But if I’ve helped make a child feel good,
Know that she’s loved and that she’s understood,
Then I know that my work, though not easy to see,
Is just as important as any could be!
(aurthor unknown)
