Most have a poem of some version similar to the one below ... a reminder to prioritize in our lives and never forget our little ones. Though my children are grown, the poem still hangs on the wall as a reminder to, even now, keep a handle on priorities.
Cleaning and scrubbing can wait till tomorrowGod bless those hard-working moms who educate their children at home.
For babies grow up, as we've learned to our sorrow,
So quiet down cobwebs and dust go to sleep,
For I'm rocking my baby and babies don't keep.