Come in, but don’t expect to find
All dishes done, all floors ashine.
Observe the crumbs and toys galore.
The smudgy prints upon the door.
The little ones we shelter here
Don’t thrive on a spotless atmosphere.
They’re more inclined to disarray
And carefree even messy play.
Their needs are great, their patience small.
All day I’m at their beck and call.
It’s Mommy come! Mommy see!
Wiggly worms and red scraped knee.
Painted pictures, blocks piled high.
My floors unshined, the days go by.
Some future day they’ll flee this nest,
And I at last will have a rest!
Now you tell me which matters more,
A happy child or a polished floor?
I had to smile when I came across this poem today. While it is important that I care for my home and make it a comfortable haven for my family, I must remember that people are more important than things. My children are with me for just a few short years. The sand is trickling through the hourglass, and I don’t want to waste precious time fretting over my home when I could be basking in the joy of the priceless treasures my Heavenly Father has blessed me with.