My children all were once so small,
Now they are so very tall.
Some days were long and filled with tears,
Others filled with laughter now passed in years.
The seasons come, the seasons go
As we drive them to and fro.
Lean in sweet mama and hear me say,
“You’ve got just one job to do today.”
Love them hard and love them well,
Listen to each tale they tell.
Soon you’ll miss this precious face,
Respond to the challenge filled with grace.
They won’t remember each meal you make,
But they will recall the time you take,
To help them feel special and safe,
because of the smiles you share and the love you display.
By Victoria Duerstock