I just found this beautiful little poem on a blog I came across this morning. Let all of us I-love-a-clean-house-and-sort-of-need-it-to-stay-that-way-most-of-the-time mothers take a note on this one.
“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 with my baby, and babies don’t keep.”