TONIGHT when your baby wakes you from a sound sleep – for the third time,
     ~Remember the woman still awake in bed, her hand pressed upon her once-swollen tummy, longing to hear her baby cry out for her

TOMORROW when you look around your cluttered home,
     ~Remember the woman that boxed up the new rattles and teethers and stored them deep in a closet.

THIS WEEKEND when you groan about all the dirty clothes piling up,
     ~Think about the woman that placed her freshly washed crib sheets in a bag, never to be used by her baby

NEXT WEEK when you long for a Friday night out without the cost and hassle of a babysitter,
     ~Remember the man and woman at home alone, without such an easy choice to make.

TOMORROW when baby is home sick, yet again,
     ~Remember the woman that would give anything to have to call a pediatrician.

TODAY when you feel at the end of your rope and you’re about to cry,
     ~Remember the mom with still-fresh tears in her eyes because her Angel left for Heaven.

When your child cries because you’ve momentarily left the room,
~Be thankful he has eyes to see.

When your child yet again grabs for the cords,
~Be thankful he has arms to reach.

When your baby cries because the vacuum scared him,
~Be thankful he has lungs to scream.

When your baby makes you chase her all day long,
~Be thankful she has legs to crawl.

When you gaze dreamily at your baby sleeping tonite,
With her perfect face, ten little fingers and toes,

 

Be thankful.
 

 
© 2005 Sandra Stehly