Time for the children

I love this poem that I first heard when my children were much younger. Its one that I think should be taught to all mothers (and fathers) to help when the guilt of not getting everything done makes them wonder what they should leave out or not do. Just think about it...


I hope that my child, looking back on today

Will remember a mother who had time to play;

Because children grow up while you're not looking,

There are years ahead for cleaning and cooking.

So, quiet now cobwebs, dust go to sleep.

I'm rocking my baby, and babies don't keep.

Take care

Gillian