I see youre tired when I get home.
You feel some days youre all alone.
But what youre doing is priceless, dear,
And one day youll look backone year.
Far from now when these kids are grown,
Youll remember the days you spent at home.
Wiping noses, washing dishes,
Having tea parties, getting kisses.
Playing ball and tying shoes,
Dressing dolls and kissing boo-boos,
Then youll look at me with tearful eyes,
and know you got the better prize.