Does anyone remember a poem - for working mothers - the gist is that the housework can wait - babies do not.?

Answer 1

Cleaning and Scrubbing Can Wait 'til tomorrow
For babies grow up, much to our sorrow.
So, quiet down cobwebs, dust go to sleep.
I'm rocking my baby and babies don't keep.

This is the one I know. My mom needle-pointed it for me about 25 years ago. I still keep it up on my wall above my rocking chair that my husband bought me for Christmas 28 years ago when I was pregnant with our first child. My kids are now 27, 25, 22, and 9. We'll celebrate the birth of our first grandchild in April and I can hardly wait to rock a baby again.

Answer 2

Come in, but don’t expect to find
All dishes done and floors that shine.
Observe the crumbs, cereal, and toys galore.
The smudgy prints upon the windows and doors.
The little ones we shelter here
Don’t thrive on a spotless atmosphere.
They’re more inclined to disarray
And carefree messy play.
Their needs are great and their patience small.
All day I’m at there beck and call.
It’s Mommy come! Mommy see!
Mommy change the channel on TV.
Wiggly worms and scraped knees.
Painted pictures and blocks piled high.
My floors and house a mess, the days go by.
Some future day they’ll flee this nest,
And I at last will have a rest!
Now you tell me which matters more,
A happy child or a polished floor?

Answer 3

Cleaning and Scrubbing Can Wait 'til tomorrow
For babies grow up, much to our sorrow.
So, quiet down cobwebs, dust go to sleep.
I'm rocking my baby and babies don't keep

Answer 4

Just for this morning, I am going to smile when I see your face and
>laugh when I feel like crying.
>Just for this morning, I will let you choose what you want to wear, and
>smile and say how perfect it is.
>Just for this morning, I am going to step over the laundry, and pick
>you up and take you to the park to play.
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>Just for this morning, I will leave the dishes in the sink, and let you
>teach me how to put that puzzle of yours  together.
>Just for this afternoon, I will unplug the telephone and keep the
>computer off, and sit with you in the backyard and blow bubbles..
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>Just for this aft ernoon, I will not yell once, not even a tiny grumble
>when you scream and whine for the ice cream truck, and I will buy you
>one if he comes by.
>Just for this afternoon, I won't worry about what you are going to be
>when you grow up, or second guess every decision I have made where you
>are concerned.
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>Just for this afternoon, I will let you help me bake cookies, and I
>won't stand over you trying to fix them.
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>Just for this afternoon, I will take us to McDonald's and buy us both a
>Happy Meal so you can have both toys..
>Just for this evening, I will hold you in my arms and tell you a story
>about how you were born and how much I love you.
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>Just for this evening, I will let you splash in the tub and not get angry.
>Just for this evening, I will let you stay up late while we sit on the
>porch and count all the stars.
>Just for this evening, I will snuggle beside you for hours, and miss my
>favorite TV shows.
>Just for this evening when I run my finger through your hair as you
>pray, I will simply be grateful that God has given me the greatest gift ever given.
>I will think about the mothers and fathers who are searching for their
>missing children, the mothers and fathers who are visiting their
>children's graves instead  of their bedrooms, and mothers and fathers
>who are in hospital rooms watching their children suffer senselessly,
>and screaming inside that they can't handle it anymore.
>And when I kiss you good night I will hold you a little tighter, a l
>ittle longer. It is then, that I will thank God for you, and ask him
>for nothing, except one more day..............