"Some houses try to hide the fact
That children shelter there;
Ours boasts of it quite openly,
The signs are everywhere.
For smears are on the windows,
Little smudges on the doors;
I should apologize, I guess
For toys strewn on the floor.
But I sat down with the children
And we played and laughed and read,
And if the doorbell doesn't shine,
Their eyes will shine instead.
For when I have to choose between
The one job or the other,
Though I need to cook and clean,
First I'll be a Mother."
From the book, Who Got Peanut Butter on My Daily Planner?, by Cindy Sigler Dagnan