Because I love you

Posted October 23rd, 2007 by Mom |

A wise lady once told me that when my kids become adults, they won’t remember (when they were children) if my home needed dusting. They won’t remember how often I vacuumed (or didn’t) the floors. They won’t remember if the bushes outside our home got trimmed every week.

What my children will remember is how I fixed their toys with super glue. My kids will remember how I sat and read them books. My kids will remember sitting “in the hole” (me sitting sideways in the big rocking chairs in their rooms with them wedged between me and the arm rest of the chair) snuggling while we read books. J will remember me getting him his asthma pill and warm sippy cup of milk at bedtime. C will remember me sewing the holes in his blue blanket. C and J will remember the songs I sang to them every night. They will remember praying at bedtime.

Here it is at 12.30 in the morning and the washing machine is going. I have cleaned the kitchen table and put the place mats where they go. I have loaded the dishwasher and set it to start in a couple of hours. I have packed their lunches for preschool tomorrow. I have taken several arm loads of toys upstairs to the playroom and straightened the playroom. I have checked on the boys and covered them up and given them more kisses good-night.

I have the rest of my life to dust, after C and J are older and in school every day. I want them to remember that Mommy talked to them, played with them, read to them, prayed with and for them.

For now, I will dust and clean after they have gone to bed.