TO MY DAUGHTERS

Kacey

I watch you sometimes, going about your daily chores
~taking care of your children
and doing the hundred mundane tasks
all Mothers have to do.
You have become successful
and you have combined the difficult job
of running your house with your career.
You seem to be oblivious
to the never-ending pressures
you face from day to day.
Your children are well-adjusted
and very happy~how could they not be?
You are their leader, friend, playmate, disciplinarian
--in other words, an excellent Mom!



When you were small, and trusting in me
for your very existence
--I seldom gave any thought
to your growing up to become a Mother yourself.
I was too busy being one
~my mistaken idea of the "perfect parent".
Perfection is achieved in many ways
~sometimes not needing to be perfect
is perfection itself.

You always said you wanted three things
~to have a husband, children, a pretty house and blue dishes.
Now, I have seen your dream come true
~you have a devoted husband, wonderful kids, beautiful homes,
successful careers, and for my middle child
--blue dishes.

Although your collection of china
is not complete yet
~you are going to have it.



I wish that I had spent more time
with all of you~just doing silly things.
I'm afraid I took the job of raising you
much too seriously.
If I could do it over
--we would play more games
--forget the household tasks sometimes
and just "hang out" together.

I admire you all for doing just that
~you are not only bringing up fine children
--you are having tremendous fun doing it!

I remember your "little girl" years
~the frilly dresses with Mary Jane shoes and ruffled socks.



Times of illness, when I felt like I was dying
a thousand deaths till your recovery.
Endless days of not even being able to feel
the sunshine outdoors, but most of all
--your impish grin that told me the crisis was over.

We had lots of happy times
but I spent too much time
on keeping my house in order
~when that time should have been spent with you
~so much for remembering and regretting.

Now, I go about my daily chores
~and no matter what I am doing
--I pause to miss you, and to envy you
for using your time more wisely than I did.
You will always be my little girl
--and I am so proud to be your Mother.




For My Mother

Kacey
For giving life to me, and ignoring all the pain
For spending sleepless nights, and for shelter from the rain
For not complaining once, while this little twig you bent
For unbelievable sacrifice, and years of worry spent.

For the tears of aggravation
and frustration through the years
While I must have tried your patience
I didn't even see your tears

For all the years of anguish
and all the times of worry
When I had no time to talk to you
Always in a hurry

For playing "cool" in front of friends
laughing as we walked away
For the lack of understanding
God, it haunts me now each day

I didn't see your aging face
And trembling in your hands
I failed to notice many things
That now, I understand

Mom, I love you very much
Somehow I think you know
The twig you bent with loving care
At last, begins to grow

All Rights Reserved~~~Kacey



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