here I am
at the stove top making
mac & cheese. Chicken nuggets
are in the microwave for the other
hungry three. My shirt is stained
with baby drool, my hair? What a mess.
Camryn loves playing dress-up &
has now tried on her third
princess dress. The toddler
pooped his pants
even after I took him to the potty.
Can my day be over now? But the kids,
really, they aren’t being naughty.
The neighborhood is over making ruckus
all through the house. Keeping track of all of them
clearly is not the simplest – sometimes I feel it’d
be easier with my spouse. “Underdoggie” is their
favorite – we play for hours in the heat.
Sand in their shoes and sweat on their sleeves,
finally! we go inside. A glass of kool-aid, please?
Nap time means reading stories. I love to
cuddle them close. They come to me for
comfort and I kiss away their tears. They
proudly show their work to me, I give
the loudest cheers! Austin practices
his first grade math. I laugh when I
help him, still using my fingers
to see what number comes next.
My “office” is a room full of brightly colored toys,
games, puzzles, and crayons. I don’t drive
a fancy Yukon, but I carpool too & fro.
I’m not their mother, but I care
for kids each day. I’m not their mother
but I’ll nurture them, I’ll
keep them safe.
I love to pamper, soothe, and calm
and rock a fussy child.
I’ll try to correct the one that is too wild.
There is no job more important than such –
holding the smallest of learning hands.
It’s true: this job is the hardest and you
don’t get a whole lot of praise
but when one small child says,
“I love you,” it reminds of
how this job pays.
Someday the time will come,
when I’ll wonder how you got so suddenly old
I’ll remember reading fairy tales
giving you sugary breakfast cereals
and letting you sleep in my arms.
Each child I’ve cared for
is forever in my heart.