I’ve been so busy lately and sometimes feel guilty that I’m not giving my children the time they deserve. I worry that they’ll resent the fact that I have my head in the computer a lot of the time instead of sitting or playing with them.
But our children offer us unconditional love. They may be little but they seem to understand the pulls of modern day life. I’m not saying it’s an excuse for spreading myself so thin, because it’s not. When my children burst into my room this morning, I vowed I’d do my utmost to spend more time with them. Here’s what happened:
MY FANTASTIC FOUR
A bang, a crash, another smash,
I try to close my ears.
A scream, a cry, I heave a sigh.
Chaotic, it appears.
I’d love to sneak and take a peek,
but I’ve been warned to stay
tucked up in bed, and read instead,
and celebrate my day.
Then feigning sleep, I hear them creep
to give me their surprise.
They all burst in, with silly grins,
a sight for my sore eyes.
There’s soggy bread, with loads of spread
and coffee that’s too sweet.
There’s chocolate drops (called coco-pops),
to make the feast complete.
Oh what a sight, my pure delight,
I don’t know what to say.
My precious four, whom I adore
shout ‘Happy Mother’s Day.’
Happy Mother’s Day to all you Mammys out there.