But I found this poem, I thought you would enjoy. I loved it. This will be one I print out and place somewhere I can see it and read often:
“Some houses try to hide 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 doors,
I should apologize I guess, for the toys strewn on the floor.
But I sat down with the children, and we played, and sang and read,
And if the bathroom 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.”