Today has been a strange day.
Work was cancelled until 3 for me,
so I had a lot of extra time to do anything I wanted.
I could have
gone on a walk or
read a book or
taken a nap (my personal FAVE), but I found myself doing the dishes...
Then sweeping the kitchen...
Then cleaning the living room
Then vacuuming.
I remember how hard mom had to fight to get us to do our chores.
There is one time in particular I remember duping mom...
When I was seven or eight I was in charge of sweeping the kitchen.
Mom and Dad were out of town for the day, and what did we do?
Put off our chores until the very last second.
Most of them didn't get done.
I knew mom would find out that I didn't sweep...
But then I had an idea.
I grabbed the broom and swept only under the bird's cage.
With the most noticeable part of the room looking good,
I lazed around for the rest of the day.
I felt good about everything until Mom and Dad came home.
They scolded everyone but me for not doing their chores.
The worst part was, all the kids knew that I didn't finish...
I was EVERY BIT as guilty as they were...but I didn't speak up.
Up until now, my mom has never been let in on this little secret...
Even after I finished all the cleaning I still had two hours before work
So I sat down and wrote a little poem...
I call it:
To the Woman I Took For Granted
There were many mornings
You woke up with the sun
And though you were tired
The dishes were always done.
There were many days
When I was feeling sick
You would give up your time
And you always came quick.
There were many days
When I needed to talk
A lot of that happened
When we would take a walk
You never asked for payment
You never asked for more
And even when I shut you out
You never locked your door
And now I'm on my own
I think of what you've done
I'm cleaning by my own accord
So thinking back, you've won
I may have fought,
Been anything but calm
But in the end, I know it's true
I love you, my dearest, Mom.