A MOTHER'S PRAYER
Dear Lord, it's such a hectic day, with
little time to stop and pray, for life's been
anything but calm, Since You called me to be a Mom.
Running errands, matching socks, building dreams with matching
blocks,Cooking, cleaning, finding shoes, and other
stuff that children lose. Fitting lids on bottled
bugs, wiping tears and giving hugs. A stack of last
week's mail to read, So where's the quiet time I
need? Yet, when I steal a moment, Lord, Just at the
sink or ironing board, To ask the blessing of Your
grace, I see them, in my small one's face. That you
have blessed me all the while- And I stoop to kiss
That precious smile.
What Do Women Do All Day? Every minute, to and fro,
That's the way my hours go;
Bring me this, and take me that,
Feed the dog, take out the cat.
Standing up, I eat my toast,
Drink my coffee, thaw the roast.
Empty the garbage, make the bed,
Rush to church, then wash my head.
Sweep the kitchen, wax the floor,
Scrub the woodwork, clean the doors;
Scour the bathtub, then myself;
Vacuum carpets, straighten shelves.
Eat my sandwich on the run...
Now my afternoon's begun.
To the baseball game I go,
When will there be time to sew?
Meet the teacher, stop the fight,
See the dentist, fly the kite.
Help with homework, do the wash,
Iron the clothes, put on the squash.
Shop for groceries, cash a check,
Fight the crowds, now I'm a wreck;
Dinner time it soon will be,
"What's for dinner?" they ask,
Wait and see.
Dirty dishes crowd the sink,
Next there's popcorn, then a drink.
Will they never go to bed?
Will I ever get ahead?
"Bring me water." "Get the light."
Turn off the TV, lock the bike.
"Where's my pillow?" "Hear my
prayers."
"Did you lock the door downstairs?"
At last in bed, my spouse and I,
Too tired to move, too weak to cry.
But e'er I doze, I hear him say,
"What do women do all day?"
Poem by Marshall H. Hart
You Know You're a
Mother When
1. You count the sprinkles on each kid's
cupcake to make sure they're equal.
2. You have the time to shave only one leg at a time. 3. You hide in the bathroom
to be alone.
4. Your kid throws up and you catch
it.
5. Some one else's kid throws up at a party.
You keep eating.
6. You consider finger paints to be a
controlled substance.
7. You've mastered the art of placing large
quantities of pancakes and eggs on a plate without
anything touching.
8. Your child insists that you read "Once
Upon a Potty" out loud in the lobby of Grand Central
Station and you do it.
9. You cling to the high moral ground on toy
weapons, your child chews his toast into the shape of a gun.
10. You hope ketchup is a vegetable, since
it's the only way your child eats.
11. You can't bear the thought of your son's
first girlfriend.
12. You hate the thought of his wife even
more.
13. You find yourself cutting your husbands'
sandwiches into cute shapes.
14. You can't bear to give away baby clothes
- it's so final.
15. You hear your mother's voice coming out
of your mouth when you say,
"NOT
in your good clothes!"
16. You stop criticizing the way your mother
raised you.
17. You donate to charities in the hope that
your child won't get that disease.
18. You hire a sitter because you have't been
out with your husband in ages, then spend half the
night checking on the kids.
19. You use your own saliva to clean your
child's face.
20. You say at least once a day, "I'm not cut out for this job", but you know
you wouldn't trade it for
anything.
