This poem used to hang in the kitchen at our farm while I was growing up. Mom gave it to me yesterday and I too, hung it in my kitchen. I think this sums up how I feel.
It's kind of the 'grown-up' version of my other favorite, "I'm Rocking My Baby & Babies Don't Keep" poem.
There's definitely no better gift than becoming a MOM!
Excuse This House
Some houses try to hid the fact
that children shelter there;
Ours boasts of it quite openly,
The signs are everywhere.
For smears are on the windows.
Little smudges on the door;
I should apologize, I guess
For toys strewn on the floor
But I sat down with the children
And we played & laughed & 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 housewife
But first I'll be a mother.