A Heart for Children

As I was doing some cleaning, well kind of, I came across this poem that had been at the back of a book I was reading.  If anyone knows anything about me, it's that I absolutely adore my children.  I hope I'm not one of those moms who do nothing but talk about my children and put them up on a pedestal (if I do, I apologize to everyone who has to listen to me) but I am very proud of my boys and love them so much.  People roll their eyes at me because I love spending time with them and hubby and I rarely leave them with anyone because we don't want to miss one moment with them.  When they're all grown up and living their own lives, I don't want to look back and think I should have spent more time with my boys or material things were more important to me than raising my boys.  I often hear my mom say (especially now that she has grandkids), "I wish I had...I wish we had done..." and she doesn't remember much about our younger days.  She always tells me, "Don't spend more time cleaning the inside of your oven than spending time with your kids...nobody cares how clean your oven is!"  Obviously they didn't have self-cleaning ovens back then LOL.  I lock the door, turn a knob and 3 hrs later my oven is clean.  No worries about me spending more time with my head in the oven than reading to my boys!

So I thought I'd share the poem.

A Heart For Children

One hundred years from now

It will not matter

What kind of car I drove,

What kind of house I lived in,

How much I had in my bank

Nor what my clothes looked like.

One hundred years from now

It will not matter

What kind of school I attended,

What kind of typewriter I used,

How large or small my church,

But the world may be

...a little better because...

I was important in the

life of a child.

Margaret Fishback Powers

(ok so I think this poem was written 100 years ago...typewriter?!?!?)