A Prayer for My Children
Today I was walking around my backyard, feeling thankful for the Nerf bullets in the grass and the bare dirt spots on the lawn because they are signs that my babies still live here.
They grow so fast, but for today they are still here with us, and I was feeling ever so thankful. This poem/prayer fairly burst right out of my heart, so I came inside and jotted it down. I hope you like it.
All of my children are boys, and there are 4 of them, so this is a little unique to that. However, a lot of it I know you may be able to relate to.
Thank you for these boys.
Thank you for Nerf bullets in the grass,
for a living room floor littered with their toys.
Thank you for their sass.
For tiny Lego men in the laundry basket and the noise,
Thank you for the noise.
Thank you for popcorn kernels in the couch,
for little plastic Batman in my bathtub,
and even the moments I beg them not to slouch.
Thank you for the way he runs when I approach with the washcloth to scrub
All that sunbutter off his adorable cheekies and his mouth.
Thank you for their fighting,
and their running, and their bouncing,
Their snacking, video-game playing, yes, even their messy hand-writing.
Thank you for the sounds of laughing, crying, and being rowdy.
Thank you for their tuition bill,
their baseball and basketball games,
The way they hug me, even when they smell.
And of course sometimes call each other names.
Thank you for the way they look after each other.
Thank you for all the dirt and clutter
and all the lessons to teach and walls to scrub clear.
Because what it means is that for now we are all here together.
And love is filling the house, and we are growing good men here.
Thank you for making me their mother.