Today as I read Greyson a story before nap time (Oh, The Places You'll Go - - Thanks Cousin Will!!) I was once again reminded about how fast our kids grow up. It seems like all the baby is gone from my sweet baby boy, now he's a toddler and soon he'll be a boy, then a teenager, then an adult with his own life.
Realizing this makes terrible nights like last night a little more bearable. :)
Once again I am reminded of the poem Babies Don't Keep. I need to print it off and frame it as a daily reminder to enjoy my children while they are young, because they grow-up too fast.
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, rockabye, 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
I'm clearly loaded with pregnancy hormones because I've read this poem about 10 times today and I'm crying by the last stanza every time.
1 comment:
I don't think it's just the pregnancy hormones. I'm not one bit pregnant and I'm crying too! I'm so very sorry about your friend Lauren's precious little girl. There aren't words to salve that pain, but please let her know that our hearts are crying with her and we are praying for her.
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