This poem goes out to the mothers of all preschoolers, past and present. I love staying with my kids, and if I have to give up a tidy house, so be it. Bless this Mess Bless this mess Because it means I am alive To enjoy another play day With my family by my side There are puddles in the hallway And handprints on the wall But playing in the sprinklers Made it worth it all The picnic on the lawn Put stains on your knees And the popsicle that melted Made your shirt all wet and sticky There is sand in the bed sheets Dirt clods in the kitchen And for now it all must sit there Because this mom is just too busy After bedtime books are over I will clean the slate I will prepare the floors and windows For another day of play Tomorrow please rise early I can not wait to see your face We can plan our next adventure As we go about our day Childhood goes to quickly There is no time to spare That is why my kids do not make messes They just make memories everywhere Share this:Tweet
