So I have to say that today was a pretty uneventful day. I ran a few errands, went out to lunch with Hannah and Kev, it was a nice day. Then we got home and it hit me. All the "stuff" that was waiting for me. Dishes to be done, clothes to be washed, dinner to be made. My endless list of stuff. Hannah is a pretty laid back baby, but she still takes a lot of time and attention. Don't get me wrong, I absolutely love her and the time I get to spend with her, but I still feel like I should have a better handle on the house. Kev, as always is very supportive, telling me not to worry about it. However, i still feel like I'm slacking on my wifely and motherly duties!!! Then, I ran across this poem that my Mom gave me when I found out I was pregnant with Hannah. It's a beautiful reminder of what's truly important. No my house isn't spotless, it's definately lived in. But my daughter is definately top priority and there's no doubt that she's loved. So I thought I'd pass on this wonderful poem to all of you. May it bless your day!
Love in the Home
If I live in a house of spotless beauty with everything in its place,
But have not love, I am a housekeeper—not a homemaker.
If I have time for waxing, polishing, and decorative achievements,
but have not love, my children learn cleanliness—not godliness.
Love leaves the dust in search of a child's laugh.
Love smiles at the tiny fingerprints on a newly cleaned window.
Love wipes away the tears before it wipes up the spilled milk.
Love picks up the child before it picks up the toys.
Love is present through the trials.
Love reprimands, reproves and is responsive.
Love crawls with the baby, walks with the
toddler, runs with the child,
then stands aside to let the youth walk into adulthood.
Love is the key that opens salvation's message to a child's heart.
Before I became a mother I took glory in my house of perfection.
Now I glory in God's perfection of my child.
As a mother there is much I must teach my child,
but the greatest of all these is love.
~author unknown
If I live in a house of spotless beauty with everything in its place,
But have not love, I am a housekeeper—not a homemaker.
If I have time for waxing, polishing, and decorative achievements,
but have not love, my children learn cleanliness—not godliness.
Love leaves the dust in search of a child's laugh.
Love smiles at the tiny fingerprints on a newly cleaned window.
Love wipes away the tears before it wipes up the spilled milk.
Love picks up the child before it picks up the toys.
Love is present through the trials.
Love reprimands, reproves and is responsive.
Love crawls with the baby, walks with the
toddler, runs with the child,
then stands aside to let the youth walk into adulthood.
Love is the key that opens salvation's message to a child's heart.
Before I became a mother I took glory in my house of perfection.
Now I glory in God's perfection of my child.
As a mother there is much I must teach my child,
but the greatest of all these is love.
~author unknown
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