Every time Nancy and I visit our daughter Laura, and see how busy she is raising her two 3 year old twins, I come away thinking to myself: I don't know how she does it! One hour with those two energetic grand-kids is enough to frazzle my nerves. Yet Laura patiently puts up with all their shenanigans, and devotes her life to them. Such is the role of a selfless mother.
Unfortunately, we live in an age when children are often thought of as a nuisance, or an obstacle in the path of being a "career" woman. Many today (men and women alike) make other things a higher priority than their family. I believe it's time to go back to Biblical basics and put our family first.
So for Laura, and for all mothers who are raising rambunctious little children, let me share a poem I came across years ago. The next time the kids are driving you absolutely crazy, think about the truth contained in this poem. May it be a reminder of the awesome importance of the job you are doing and an encouragement to keep your children your number one priority.
My hands were busy through the day
I didn't have much time to play
The little things you asked me to,
I didn't have much time for you.
I'd wash your clothes, I'd sew, I'd cook--
But when you'd bring your picture book
And ask me please to share your fun
I'd say "A little later, son".
I'd tuck you in all safe at night
And hear your prayers, turn out the light
Then tip toe softly to the door
I wish I'd stayed a minute more
For life is short, the years rush past
A little boy grows up so fast.
No longer is he at your side
His precious secrets to confide.
The picture books are put away
There are no longer games to play.
No good night kiss, no prayers to hear--
That all belongs to yesteryear.
My hands once busy now are still,
The days are long and hard to fill.
I wish I could go back and do
The little things you asked me to.