There once was a young-ish mother who lived in a Krooked Kastle.
When with her handful of children people would stop to say, "I bet that's a hassle."
She'd look at her babies, smile wide, and offer:
"Oh there's laundry, and dishes, and meal times galore,
And Legos and hair barrettes litter my floor.
My clothes are rarely clean, my hair is in a permanent bun,
And most days reading the same book fifty times over is what we call fun.
There are tantrums and attitudes from both me and the kids,
At night they rarely stay tucked in their beds.
But let me tell you,these moments are few
Compared to this next list I have for you.
Kisses, snuggles, sweet smiles to greet me,
Presents of drawings completed so neatly.
Laughter and games, singing and books,
Inquisitive minds,and long loving looks.
Hearts that are tender, minds that are open,
All that they need is my love and devotion.
So, yes, my hands they are full, of the very best things.
When I'm with my children, this heart of mine sings.
Counting my blessings helps me to see
The beauty in them staring right up at me.
I love what I do, I hope that's easy to see.
Thank you, Dear Stranger, for chatting with me."
Counting my blessings today. May we all see them more clearly every day.