A Poem for Wanna-be Supermom's

Just the other day, I found this poem. Don't be surprised if you come to my house and it is taped at eye-level on my front door. I plan on printing this one out and putting it on the memo board in my kitchen. I hope it will serve as a reminder that, all too soon, this precious time with my little one's will be over. Lord, please don't let me waste one moment striving to be an overachieving, supermom with a spotless house! Help me pay attention to what matters most.

Come in, but don’t expect to find
All dishes done, all floors ashine.
Observe the crumbs and toys galore.
The smudgy prints upon the door.
The little ones we shelter here
Don’t thrive on a spotless atmosphere.
They’re more inclined to disarray
And carefree even messy play.
Their needs are great, their patience small.
All day I’m at their beck and call.
It’s Mommy come! Mommy see!
Wiggly worms and red scraped knee.
Painted pictures, blocks piled high.
My floors unshined, the days go by.
Some future day they’ll flee this nest,
And I at last will have a rest!
~Author Unknown

Have a beautiful weekend!!!