A Poem for my children...

It's too cold outside, even for super heroes, to play.
I really don't mean to wish all this time away.

Sounds of wrestling, fighting and screams;
Surely this is just a mid-winter's bad dream.

Threats have been made, toys are now in the trash;
For the sins of my youth, this must be backlash.

Amoxicillin lines, four rows deep in my fridge;
Perhaps I should pack for a beach pilgrimage.

Double ear infections and green snot, I know they can't help it;
My husband just passed off a dirty diaper and I know that he smelt it.

Hot chocolate and sweaters, only fun for a short while;
Folks passing by swear someday I'll look back at all this and smile.

Laughing to keep from crying only works for so long;
Jack Daniels, where are you? I need something STRONG.

I focus on their sweetness, while watching them sleep.
Praising GOD for their health, I begin to weep.

"These moments are trying" --understatement of the year;
"Will they remember my temper-tantrums?" now becomes a huge fear.

So many sweet moments, I often neglect;
At times I treat strangers with much more respect.

Apologies are made, a tone they are delighted to hear;
Tensions in the room immediately clear.

For GOD's grace I'm so thankful, as I often fail His test.
In the future, my goal is to only try my best.

Perhaps it's a good thing, I hope my children someday see;
A perfect super mom is impossible to be.

Knowing we're all human is a quality to be found;
After all, LOVE is it what makes our world go 'round.