To all those moms out there, here is a poem for you:
Sanity Please!!
Now I lay me down to sleep,
I pray my sanity to keep.
For if some peace I do not find,
I'm pretty sure I'll lose my mind.
I pray I find a little quiet
Far from the daily family riot
May I lie back--not have to think
about what they're stuffing down the sink,
or who they're with, or where they're at
And what they're doing to the cat.
I pray for time all to myself
(did something just fall off a shelf?)
To cuddle in my nice, soft bed
(Oh no, another goldfish--dead!)
Some silent moments for goodness sake
(Did I just hear a window break?)
And that I need not cook or clean--
(well heck, I've got the right to dream)
Yes, now I lay me down to sleep,
I pray my wits about me keep,
But as I look around I know--
I must have lost them long ago!
So I totally stole this from a message board but thought it was great! The days are filled with such excitement aren't they?
But really, thank you to all the moms. The moms that I talk to on a regular basis and help me keep my remaining sanity. You dry their tears, scare away monsters that lurk under beds, clean up puke when you are so tired you can barely keep your eyes open, cheer for them at soccer/baseball/swimming/t-ball/gymnastics/dance/ cheerleading/football/lacrosse/chess club and any other activity they are passionate about, and bake cookies for the bakesale. You are the ear to listen to problems with girlfriends or boyfriends, or friends that are not being nice. You watch out for the other kids in the neighborhood, drive the carpool, volunteer for the phone chain, and sell lottery tickets for the latest fundraiser. You laugh at their funny antics, awful jokes and budding sense of humor. You cry when they are hurt, fail or disappoint. You give hugs and kisses, make boo-boos disappear with a magic trick and save a school project from complete disaster. You are the cook, the maid, the taxi driver, the therapist, the doctor, the CEO. You encourage, inspire, discipline and teach. You let go when all you want to do is hold on. You hold on when they are fighting to let go. You are molding them into the fine adults that they will become.
All of the moms in my life have taught me so much about how to be a mom. I thank all of you for that. I am convinced that being a mom is the toughest job I will ever have but it is worth every moment. Thank you all!!!
