I'm Okay

 The house is a mess, the dishes are dirty.
I'm too old for this stuff, I'm well over thirty!
The car is not clean, my hair is a wreck,
And I've already spent next Friday's paycheck
 
The laundry needs washing, the kids are too rowdy,
And I never have time for a leisurely "Howdy."
With all that I do, it's never enough,
It's never quite finished, it always looks rough
 
I looked in my mirror and what did I see?
A harried old stranger, where I used to be
The hurrier I go, the behinder I get
Today is tomorrow, and I'm not caught up yet
 
My kids are growing at such a fast pace,
That I'm missing their childhood for the sake of this race
I work and I clean and I cook, and I say
"Hit the books, clean your room!" there's no time for play
 
Well, the Lord, for some reason,
chose ME with the care Of three of His children,
but I'm rarely there!
I've GOT to slow down lest there's nothing to show
For my role as their mom when they pack up and go!
 
I'm only one person, but look through my door,
What appears to be one, divides into more!
I'm a chauffeur, a cook, a planter of trees,
A teacher, an umpire, a mender of knees
 
Sometimes, I forget that deep down inside,
There's a lady with feelings, and last night, she cried
She gets tired and lonely, feels taken for granted
She wants to see blooms from the seeds that she's planted
 
Then, amidst all the turmoil in this mind-bending pace,
My little ones look at me - square in the face...
And just when I need it, they all in one day
Say, "Momma, I love you"
and then...I'm OKAY!
 
by Rabona Gordon
Reprinted by permission of Rabona Gordon (c) 1999,
from Chicken Soup for the Parent's Soul by Jack Canfield, Mark Victor Hansen, Kimberly Kirberger and Raymond Aaron.