Doing the Little Things He Asks You To

We are so busy as moms! It isn’t possible to do all that our children ask us to do. I heard this heart-stirring poem when I had 3 little rambunctious boys that kept me busy morning ’til night. It made me want to slow down and listen to their little requests to “look at me, Mom!” It made me want to read the stories and play with them more. Now that my sons are grown, I have discovered how true this poem is! Take a moment right now, if you can, and “do the little things he asks you to”. You won’t regret it!

 

My sons: Daniel (5), Mark (1) and Nathan (3)

To My Grown-Up Son


My hands were busy through the day,

I didn’t have much time to play

 

The little games you asked me to.

I didn’t have much time for you.

 

I’d wash your clothes, I’d sew and cook,

But when you’d bring your picture book

 

And ask me, please, to share your fun,

I’d say, “A little later, Son.”

 

I’d tuck you in all safe at night,

And hear your prayers, turn out the light,

 

Then tiptoe softly to the door.

I wish I’d stayed a minute more.

 

For life is short, and years rush past,

A little boy grows up so fast.

 

No longer is he at your side.

His precious secrets to confide.

 

The picture books are put away,

There are no children’s games to play,

 

No good-night kiss, no prayers to hear.

That all belongs to yesteryear.

 

My hands once busy, now lie still

The days are long and hard to fill.

 

I wish I might go back and do

The little things you asked me to.

—Alice E. Chase

 

My grown-up sons now: Ammon, Daniel, Nathan, and Mark

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