From my mom's wall, she toook some time to embroider this herself:

Cleaning and scrubbing
Can wait for tommorow
For babies grow up
we have learned to our sorrow.
So quiet down cobwebs
and dust go to sleep
I'm rocking my baby
And babies don't keep.

It always makes my family cry to see a house with kids that is always perfect. A house with kids that has valuable fragil antiques. It is a sure sign that a kids creativity is being spurened for the sake of keeping a few objects that can't give any love in return. Our house has always been a place for play first, and learning through that play. And most importantly, we love the sound of kids enjoying themself laughing and running far more then we love that vase the accidently knocked to the floor.