It's worth it

I stole this old Victorian poem from a friend's blog, because it reminds me of how much I wanted my children.  Despite all the mess, noise, confusion, exhaustion, and frustration, I remember our quiet, selfish, humdrum life before we had them, and I'm thankful that God gave us the children we begged for.

Be patient, worn mother, they're growing up fast. 
These nursery whirlwinds, not long do they last. 
A still lonely house would be far worse than noise, 
rejoice and be glad in your brave girls and boys.