A counted cross stitch hung in our home for years, showing a mother kneeling, playing with her children. It said:
“I hope our children look back on today,
and see a mother who had time to play.
There will be time for washing and cooking,
for children grow up while we’re not looking.”

I wrote this in honor of the mother of my wonderful children:

I hope our children look back on today
and remember their mother, who taught them to pray.

They take time to wander, question and explore as youth,
but you taught them how and where to find real truth.