Aren't your hands full already?
I read this poem on Holly's blog and it reflected what I think and feel:
Some would gather money along this path of life
Some would gather roses and rest from earthly strife.
But I would gather children from among the thorns of sin
I would seek some little curl or an awkward toothless grin.
For money cannot enter in that land of endless days
And roses that are gathered soon will wilt along the way.
But Oh, the laughing children as I cross that sunset sea
And the gates swing wide to heaven, I can bring them in with me.
** author unknown