A friend gave me a card when my first baby was born 14 years ago that I've kept for all these years. The poem speaks to my heart as a mom and reminds me how quickly the seasons pass. Though now I'm standing on tiptoes to kiss that "baby" boy rather than bending down to him, it reminds me that every single thing I do is important. Others may not see, but HE sees.
A Mother's Prayer
Dear Lord, it's such a hectic day,
With little time to stop and pray.
For life's been anything but calm
Since you called me to be a mom -
Running errands, matching socks,
Building dreams with wooden blocks,
Cooking, cleaning, finding shoes
And other stuff that children lose,
Fitting lids on bottled bugs,
Wiping tears and giving hugs,
A stack of last week's mail to read -
So where' the quiet time I need?
Yet, when I steal a moment, Lord,
Just at the sink or ironing board,
To ask the blessings of Your grace,
I see then, in my small one's face,
That you have blessed me all the while -
And I stoop to kiss that precious smile.