Friday, October 7, 2011

Dear House and Child

Dear House and Child,

Do I take more joy in keeping you dear house
Or do I take more joy in putting you aside for you dear child
Do you dear house and your cleanness so clean
Shine better to all of what is really seen
A child neglected
A dish not in the sink
Which do I want more what is seen or unseen

On the floor with you dear child making memories to last
Or do I choose you dear house to remember from my past
Another book to read to you dear child helps you feel a mother's love
Another day forsaking you dear house to help my child make it above

Oh what do I choose
Oh who do I love most
You dear house or you dear child
I can't place first you both

I've made my choice
For this I know
A dirty house will only show
You dear child who I want to know
I have priorities - God, husband, child, and then the rest
And you dear house are not the best

*I just started writing down feelings from my heart today as my house is dirty but my child is not neglected.  In the course I'm taking for homeschooling, one of the disadvantages is a messy house.  This year I choose my child over the house.  I won't regret the time with her and my house won't regret time without me!  I remember my mom cleaning and cleaning in her time off work but she had hardly anytime for me.  She regrets that and so do I.  I would have much rather had a dirty home and a mother that was there!  

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Anonymous said...

What a beautiful reminder - I struggle with this sometimes but luckily I have a husband who doesn't expect the house to be clean all the time - he understands that the precious time with our daughter is much more important :)

Anonymous said...

My husband is the same way! He grew up in a house that wasn't spotless, so he is so easy on me, so I thank his mom! She spent a lot of time with him and was really into his childhood and made lasting memories. Thanks trios! :)


Alicia said...

Thank you for this much needed reminder. Even though I "know" this sometimes I need a reminder of what my true priorities are.

I've always loved this poem; especially the last stanza!

Mother, oh Mother, come shake out your cloth
empty the dustpan, poison the moth,
hang out the washing and butter the bread,
sew on a button and make up a bed.
Where is the mother whose house is so shocking?
She's up in the nursery, blissfully rocking.

Oh, I've grown shiftless as Little Boy Blue
(lullaby, rockaby, lullaby loo).
Dishes are waiting and bills are past due
(pat-a-cake, darling, and peek, peekaboo).
The shopping's not done and there's nothing for stew
and out in the yard there's a hullabaloo
but I'm playing Kanga and this is my Roo.
Look! Aren't her eyes the most wonderful hue?
(lullaby, rockaby, lullaby loo).

The cleaning and scrubbing will wait till tomorrow,
for children grow up, as I've learned to my sorrow.
So quiet down, cobwebs. Dust go to sleep.
I'm rocking my baby and babies don't keep.

by Ruth Hulburt Hamilton

Anonymous said...

I love that poem! Never heard of it till now, thanks for sharing! :)


Homequeen said...

Love this poem Bev! It really makes you think doesn't it?
A good few years ago I remember reading a couple of poems online about a homemaker who fell asleep in the sun, and about another who neglected her home and children because of the internet. I was wondering if you or any of your readers can remember these poems. I would really like to share them with my daughters.
God bless you Bev!

Anonymous said...

It is so amazing how when I'm thinking about you Homequeen - you somehow stop by here lol! I was just thinking of you today when I read Egypt's news and my prayers are still with you and your family.

I do remember the poem about the mom on the internet, it is here

Not sure about the other one though, thanks for the comment! :)


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