This is a poem I have saved on my desktop as a reminder of a perspective I would like to have a little more often. It seemed especially appropriate today.
Happy Mothers Day!

To My Child,
Just for this morning, I am going to smile when I see your face and laugh
when I feel like crying.
Just for this morning, I will let you choose what you want to wear, and smile
and say how perfect it is.
Just for this morning, I am going to step over the laundry, and pick you up
and take you to the park to play.
Just for this morning, I will leave the dishes in the sink, and let you teach me
how to put that puzzle of yours together.
Just for this afternoon, I will unplug the telephone and keep the computer off,
and sit with you in the backyard and blow bubbles.
Just for this afternoon, I won't worry about what you are going to be when
you grow up, or second guess every decision I have ever made where you
are concerned.
Just for this afternoon, I will let you help me bake cookies, and I won't stand
over you trying to fix them.
Just for this afternoon, I will take us to McDonald's and buy us both a Happy Meal
so you can have both toys.
Just for this evening, I will hold you in my arms and tell you a story about how you were
born and how much I love you.
Just for this evening, I will let you splash in the tub and not get angry.
Just for this evening, I will let you stay up late while we sit on the porch and
count all the stars.
Just for this evening, I will snuggle beside you for hours, and miss my favorite
TV shows.
Just for this evening, when I run my finger through your hair as you pray,
I will simply be grateful that God has given me such a precious gift.
I will think about the mothers and fathers who are searching for their missing children,
the mothers and fathers who are visiting their children's graves instead of their bedrooms,
and the mothers and fathers who are in hospital rooms watching their children suffer senselessly,
and screaming inside they can't handle it anymore.
And when I kiss you goodnight I will hold you a little tighter, a little longer. . .  It is is then, that I will thank God for you, and ask Him for nothing, except one more day. . . .
-anonymous