Excuse This Home
Some homes 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 the toys strewn on the floor.
But I sat down with the children;
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 homemaker
-but first I'll be a mother.
What Did I Do Today?
Today I left some dishes dirty;
The bed got made around 3:30.
The diapers soaked a little longer,
The odor grew a little stronger.
The crumbs I spilled the day before,
Are staring at me from the floor.
The fingerprints there on the wall,
Will likely be there still next fall.
The dirty streaks on those windowpanes
Will still be there next time it rains.
Shame on you, you sit and say,
Just what did you do today? | I held a baby till she slept,
I held a toddler while he wept.
I played a game of hide and seek;
I squeezed a toy so it would squeak.
I pulled a wagon, sang a song,
Taught a child right from wrong.
What did I do this whole day through?
Not much that shows, I guess that' s true.
Unless you think that what I've done,
Might be important to someone,
With bright blue eyes and soft brown hair,
If that is true...I've done my share. |
2 comments:
Just a word of encouragement: Enjoy this time and don't fret about that house because one day you won't have toys on the floor and there won't be fingerprints on the frig and those beds will stay made up. My house was always on the messy side because I spent what some people would say "too much time playing or just chilling with my girls" but I don't regret one minute. I do regret the times I got upset about my house and damaged relationships because of it. So play as much as you can for as long as you can. I used to have a plaque that said, "Cleaning the house while the children are growing is like raking leaves while the wind is blowing." So true. Enjoy yourself and enjoy one another. Love you!
Thank you so much for these poems. They put into words my everyday thoughts. It's called being a homemaker because we're making-our-home a happy and thriving home. If it were meant to be spotless, we would just be maids. (As I write this, there are clothes folded begging to get off the stairs and into the drawers. Instead of doing that, I chose to replace the pencil in my daughter's hands for a plastic cup.) As long as we keep things in focus, our children will grow to help us clean.
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