Doodlebug Dawsyn

I wrote this poem just under one month before Dawsyn's first seizure.  God was already teaching me that I had to change my mind-set to survive my parenting journey.  I had all but forgotten about this poem until recently in conversation with a number of young mom's who were commenting that they were reluctant to have people over because they can't seem to keep their homes clean enough.  To that I say, invite ME, I wear blinders!!

My House is Not Clean

My house is not clean

It’s covered with dust

But spending time cleaning

Just isn’t a must!

‘Cause my kids are growing

            Up way too fast

To waste my time doing something

            That just doesn’t last!

But the hours I spend

            Playing games, reading books

Will last through the ages

            When on them we look.

Childish days, they are numbered

            They soon pass us by

Kids grow up and leave home

            We’re left to ask why

Did I spend all those hours

            Washing floors, cleaning house

When my kids really needed

            Me to watch Mickey Mouse.

So the dust and the dirt

            Will not make me fret

Matthew’s calling “Hey Mom,

            Can you play with me yet?”

Yahtzee or Trouble,

Go Fish or Uno

Or down to the basement

            To play Nintendo!

Dawsyn’s still easy

            She’s only a babe.

If I hug her and feed her

            Content she is made.

But the day’s quickly coming

            When we’ll put away toys

Spending our time

            Talking make-up and boys!

So when at our house

            Don’t look at the floors

You will quickly discover

            I’ve not done my chores.

But look at the faces

            Of my daughter and son

And see how they’ve blossomed

            ‘cause they’ve spent time with Mom!

  

                                    Marvel McAmmond

                                                January 22, 2002