I'd rather be a Mother ...
than anyone on earth
Bringing up a child or two ...
of unpretentious birth

I'd rather nurse a rosy babe ...
with warm lips on my breast
Than wear a queen's medallion ...
above a heart less blessed.

I'd rather tuck a little child ...
all safe and sound in bed
Than twine a chain of diamonds ...
about my foolish head.

I'd rather wash a smudgy face ...
with round, bright baby eyes,
Than paint the pageantry of fame ...
or walk among the wise.

En om af te sluiten nog een leuke die ik gevonden heb op internet.

A BAKING RECEPE FOR MOTHERS 

1.  Preheat the oven. 
Check to be sure there are no rubber balls or plastic soldiers lurking on the shelves.

2.  Remove blocks and toy cars from table. 
Grease pan. 
Crack nuts.

3.  Measure 2 cups flour. 
Remove Johnny's hands from the flour. 
Wash flour off him. 
Re-measure flour.

4.  Crack more nuts to replace those that Johnny ate. 
Put flour, baking powder, and salt in sifter. 
Get dust pan and brush up pieces of bowl that Johnny knocked on the floor. 
Get another bowl.

5.  Answer the door-bell. 
Return to kitchen. 
Remove Johnny's hands from the bowl again. 
Wash Johnny. 
Answer the phone. 
Return to Kitchen.

6.  Remove 1/2-inch salt from the greased pan. 
Look for Johnny. 
Grease another pan.
Answer phone. 
Return to kitchen and find Johnny.

7.  Take up greased pan and remove layer of nut shells in it. 
Head for Johnny who runs, knocking the bowl off the table.

8.  Wash the kitchen floor, table, walls, and dishes.

9.  Call the bakery and place an order. 
Take two aspirins and lie down. 
Don't forget to turn the oven off.

Have A Wonderful Day!!!