It's Mother's Day weekend
again, I slouched in my easy chair,
It seems the more I do for them, the
less they seem to care,
I know that they are young, and boys
will be just boys,
You'd think they'd notice mom's get
tired, and pick up their own toys.
I hung my head feeling sorry
for me, at all there was to do,
I was all alone in our messy home,
and the boys were off to school,
I tossed my troubles aside once more,
sprang up and took the broom,
Once more I'll make our house a home,
for they will be back soon.
I passed the door of the
eldest's room, and there lay such a mess,
Tester's paint and model parts, on
what used to resemble a desk,
The youngest was no different, his
room was like the zoo,
In there I found lost dishes, and gum
in the carpet too.
I rolled up my sleeves and
went to work, and soon our home did shine,
All the while my heart was heavy, for
this time was supposed to be mine,
Just then I heard the bus pull up,
and their footsteps nearing quick,
How I wanted to hear an "I love
you" or at least receive a gift.
I wasn't prepared for what
happened next, as the door flung open wide,
The eldest presented a basket of flowers,
and a hug that warmed me inside,
"I love you mom," he said
to me, as the youngest stood there so sad,
He handed me a folded paper, "This
is the only gift I have."
I hugged him up beside me,
and gave a loving smile,
"You know that it's the thought
that counts, I'm sure this will be fine,"
I opened the gift he gave to me, and
the tears fell as I read,
Inside were two small hand prints,
and this is what it said:
"Sometimes you get
discouraged, because I am so small,
And always I leave fingerprints, on
furniture and the wall,
But everyday I'm growing up, and soon
I'll be so tall,
So all those little fingerprints, will
be difficult to recall,
So here's a current hand print, that
you can put away,
You'll know just how my fingers looked,
this year for Mother's Day"
He sat there hugging me
harder, as he mistook my tears for pain,
His gift was small and simple, but
oh how my heart felt a change,
I told him my tears were those of joy,
for he helped me understand,
That the most precious gift throughout
the world is in his little hands.
Teresa Wilson ~1998
There is so much we can learn from our
children, lessons that are felt in the heart...
May you always feel that fullness in your heart,
as your eyes watch them grow..
.
The Dance ~ Garth Brooks
