COME IN....

But don't expect to find

All dishes done, all floors a shine.

Observe the crumpled rug.

The toys galore,

The smudgy fingerprinted door.

The little ones I shelter here

Don't thrive on spotless atmosphere.

They're more inclined to disarray

And carefree, even messy play!

Their needs are great,

Their patience small.

All day, I'm at their beck and call.

It's "Come and Look! Come and see!"

Wiggly worms and red scraped knee.

Painted pictures, blocks piled high,

My floors, un shined,

The days go by.

Some future day they'll flee this nest

And I, at last, will take my rest.

And which REALLY matters more? A happy child

Or a polished floor?

My hands are small - I don't mean to spill my milk,

My legs are short - Please slow down so I can keep up

Don't slap my hands when I touch something bright and pretty- I don't understand

Please look at me when I talk to you, Then I know you are really listening,

My feelings are tender - don't nag me all day- let me make mistakes without feeling stupid

Don't expect what I do to be perfect - Just love me for trying

Remember I'm a child not a small adult -sometimes I don't understand what you are saying

I love you so much - please love me for just being me- not for the things I can do.



DON'T CALL ME THE BABY-SITTER