I'm currently reading a book given to me by my favorite sister-in-law, Laura. The title of today's blog is the name of the book. It's a Christian book about motherhood. There's a poem in it that pulls at my heart strings. I get so caught up in the chaos around here that I don't stop enough to really look at the big picture. I seriously need an attitude adjustment most days. I don't like my children seeing me stressed and certainly don't like David coming home to an exhausted, irritable, just plain ol' mean wife. Even if it's just for a few moments, this poem helps (sometimes) to set me straight.
For life is short, the years rush past.
A little boy grows up so fast.
No longer is he at your side,
His precious secrets to confide.
The picture books are put away.
There are no more games to play.
No goodnight kiss, no prayers to hear -
That all belongs to yesteryear.
My hands once busy now lie still.
The days are long and hard to fill.
I wish I might go back and do
The little things you asked me to.
If the poem doesn't work, Savannah's smile below will work like a charm!
2 comments:
What a beauty!! I love that smile. I'll have to show you when you're over here next... Abby and I have seen some of her baby pictures go by on our digital frame that look remarkably like Savannah. It's when she was just the same age.
Love it and her!!
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