There is a time for everything...

....and I am learning that right now is not a time for cleaning! As those of you closest to me already know, I am quite the perfectionist. I admit that this is not one of my better qualities and because of it, one of my main struggles lately has been giving up my unrealistic need to have a spotless house. I just don't have the time for that much housework anymore and it has been stressing me out. Fortunately, we have a very wise God who led me to a reading that put everything in perspective. I wanted to share it with all of you...especially those of you with young children! It's called "My Son Grows Up."

My hands were busy through the day,
I didn't have much time to play
the little games you asked me to.
When you'd bring your teddy bear
and ask me please to share your fun,
I'd say: "A little later son."
I'd tuck you in all safe at night
and hear your prayers, turn out the light.
Then tiptoe softly to the door...
I wish I'd stayed a minute more.
For life is short, the years rush past...
a little boy grows up so fast.
No longer is he at your side,
his precious secrets to confide.
The teddy bears are put away,
there are no longer games to play,
no good-night kisses, no prayers to hear...
that all belongs to yesteryear.
My hands, once busy, now are still.
The days are long and hard to fill.
Now, I wish I could go back and do
the little things you asked me to.
~Author Unknown

I am so thankful for this poem because it immediately convicted me to spend less time on the house and more time with my precious little one. He is already growing up so fast! In the future, I truly hope that Brayden can look back on his childhood and see a mom who had time to play and cherish every moment with him.

So, to close, I apologize in advance to those of you who come over in the next 18 years or so because my house will NOT be spotless.:-)