A friend of mine posted this on facebook and I just wanted to share it here! Its such a great reminder that our children are only young for so long and we need to enjoy it while we can!
(I found the poem here.)
(I found the poem here.)
Babies Don't Keep
Mother, O Mother, come shake out your cloth,
Empty the dustpan, poison the moth,
Hang out the washing, make up the bed,
Sew on a button and butter the bread.
Where is the mother whose house is so shocking?
She's up in the nursery, blissfully rocking.
Oh, I've grown as shiftless as Little Boy Blue,
Lullabye, rockabye, lullabye loo.
Dishes are waiting and bills are past due
Pat-a-cake, darling, and peek, peekaboo
The shopping's not done and there's nothing for stew
And out in the yard there's a hullabaloo
But I'm playing Kanga and this is my Roo
Look! Aren't his eyes the most wonderful hue?
Lullabye, rockaby lullabye loo.
The cleaning and scrubbing can wait till tomorrow
But children grow up as I've learned to my sorrow.
So quiet down cobwebs; Dust go to sleep!
I'm rocking my baby and babies don't keep.
- Ruth Hulbert Hamilton
Empty the dustpan, poison the moth,
Hang out the washing, make up the bed,
Sew on a button and butter the bread.
Where is the mother whose house is so shocking?
She's up in the nursery, blissfully rocking.
Oh, I've grown as shiftless as Little Boy Blue,
Lullabye, rockabye, lullabye loo.
Dishes are waiting and bills are past due
Pat-a-cake, darling, and peek, peekaboo
The shopping's not done and there's nothing for stew
And out in the yard there's a hullabaloo
But I'm playing Kanga and this is my Roo
Look! Aren't his eyes the most wonderful hue?
Lullabye, rockaby lullabye loo.
The cleaning and scrubbing can wait till tomorrow
But children grow up as I've learned to my sorrow.
So quiet down cobwebs; Dust go to sleep!
I'm rocking my baby and babies don't keep.
- Ruth Hulbert Hamilton
Its so easy to wish our children's lives away, to say "I can't wait until they are ____ age, it will be so much easier then".....I catch myself saying/thinking that regularly. It may be true, but I also need to ENJOY them at the age they are at now! I get teary when I look at pictures of Malea as a baby, and how FAST it has gone! And here Isaac is, almost 9 MONTHS OLD, and going to be 1 soon! I just can't believe it. Being a mom is so hard sometimes, but I will try to remember this poem when times are tough!
Here is a picture of both of my sweet angels as babies, I love them so much!!!
Malea Mary
Isaac Asay
2 comments:
Oh that poem is so my life right now. I think, "I'm going to sit here on the couch and hold my sleeping baby and not feel a bit guilty about it." Thank you for sharing that!
P.S. My cell broke on me a week ago and I've been way busy and haven't called lots of people back. So sorry! I will call you and we will hang out!
I love that poem. Thank you for sharing. So true to the life of a mother of young children.
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