I have dream on the rolling hills of Georgia that my house
will be clean. I have a dream that the
dishes will be done, not one would be put in the sink, and the counter tops
would be crumb free and spotless.
I have a dream that one day my two little children will love each other like brother and sister, instead of like mortal enemies. They will want to play together, and they will share their toys happily with one another.
I have a dream that one day my two little children will love each other like brother and sister, instead of like mortal enemies. They will want to play together, and they will share their toys happily with one another.
I have a dream that one day my laundry will be caught
up. It will not be in a wrinkled
mountain waiting to be folded. It will
not be strewn on the floors and closets waiting to be washed. It will smell like spring rain and be free of
wrinkles.
I have a dream that my dog will not eat my children’s toys,
and that these toys will be picked up instead of my house looking like a toy
tornado swept through the dining room. I
have a dream that I will get that dining room back, and we will have an actual
table and chairs in there. One day, we
will sit at that table and eat a civilized meal, and everyone will eat what I
cooked without complaint, and everyone will chew with their mouth closed, and
no one will throw their food to the dogs.
I have a dream that I
will be able to sit down in the evenings and enjoy an adult beverage without a
child coming down every ten minutes to see what I’m doing, or get a glass of
water, or go to the bathroom, or be re-tucked in, or need another hug, or need to get rid of the
monsters.
I have a dream that my house will be spotless. Nothing will be out of place, all of the
socks would be mated, not a speck of dust will be found on the furniture, and not
a smudge of crayon will be on the walls.
I have a dream that I will be able to sleep through the
night without getting up for a sick child, waking to a cough or cry, or
changing wet sheets at night.
I have a dream that I will go to the grocery store without a
child trying to climb out of the cart, or beg for a cookie, or cry for a
Hot-wheels car, or complain they are hungry, or wave to everyone they pass
by.
I have a dream that my children will treat things with
respect. They will not throw away
everything, including the car keys. They
will not throw my iPhone off the bleachers at a high school, or in the water table,
or on the floor. My son will not hide my
husband’s wallet where he will never find it.
I have a dream that I will not have to see a tantrum on a
daily basis. I have a dream that I can
leave my house without someone having a melt down. And, that I can get the mail and not return
to see children at the door.
I have a dream that my daughter will wear matching
earrings. She will not pull them out of
her ears so often that I stick whatever earring I can find back in her
ear. I will not spend her college fund
on more earrings.
And, when all of these dreams are realized, my children will
be grown and out of the house. I will
look back on these days of mess and chaos and think of them fondly. I will miss those slobbery kisses and
breaking my toe on their toys. I will
miss the fights and the hugs. I will
miss the days of kid-dinners. And, I
will dream of those days and want my youth back.
*Disclaimer: This poem is in now way meant to belittle or poke fun at Martin Luther King Jr.'s I Have A Dream speech. I am a big fan of Dr. King's writings and speeches. His words are profound and still relevant today.
*Disclaimer: This poem is in now way meant to belittle or poke fun at Martin Luther King Jr.'s I Have A Dream speech. I am a big fan of Dr. King's writings and speeches. His words are profound and still relevant today.
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