I hope my child looks back on today,
and remembers a mom who had time to play.
There will be years for cleaning and cooking,
But children grow up when we are not looking.
Cleaning and scrubbing can wait till tomorrow,
‘Cuz babies grow fast, we learn to our sorrow.
So settle down cobwebs, dust go to sleep.
I’m cuddling my baby, and babies don’t keep.
A poem similar to this one was stitched by my mom on a lovely cross stitch and hung in our home growing up. It’s a beautiful reminder of the one, most important thing we should do each day: pay attention to our children. I say this because I too often forget the treasured moments that are passing me by as I fuss over something that doesn’t really matter. So today, cleaning and scrubbing will wait till tomorrow.