I’m glad I missed the dead line to submit that presentation,
And chose to spend time with my family instead.
I’m glad I was 5 minutes late again,
Because I didn’t yell at anyone to hurry up in the morning.
I’m glad I missed being called hard working
Because I didn’t miss the triumph on my little one’s face as she made it thought the climbing maze by herself.
I’m glad I missed those two hours of sleep,
Because I could talk about the younger one’s nightmare and reassure her.
I’m glad I missed the late night movie,
So I could feel the soft vibrations of the little one’s snore against my chest.
I’m glad I missed the manicure and the pedicure,
Because finger nails are for getting dirty in clay and paint,
And feet for walking and calluses.
I’m glad I miss the old perfectionist in me,
Because now I learned that patience and kindness pay more dividends.
I’m glad I missed the striving to deserve and be good,
Because it has been replaced by unconditional love and acceptance.
I’m glad I miss having that romantic, hormonal, exciting feeling towards another person,
For now I know love that knows no ending,
Which is higher and deeper, reaching far beyond where I can see,
And is beyond my understanding.
I’m glad I missed all the things I could have become, but didn’t,
Because my maker knows the plans he has for me and they are far beyond my expectation.