Today has been a busy day. As the hours wind down and so much is still before me, I walk up to my baby and realize that I have not been able to enjoy her wholly today. So instead of being 'productive' with all the things yet to be done, I wrap up my baby and hold her. I watch her. I study her. What a wonderful gift. This poem came to mind so I had to find it and re-post it. Remember what is important in your day!
Babies Don't Keep
by Ruth Hulbert Hamilton
Mother, oh Mother, come shake out your cloth,
empty the dustpan, poisen the moth,
hang out the washing and butter the bread,
sew on a button and make up a bed.
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,
(lullaby, rockaby, lullaby loo)
Dishes are waiting and bills are past due
(pat-a-cake, darling, and peek, peek-a-boo).
The shoppings 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 her eyes the most wonderful hue?
(lullaby, rockaby, lullaby loo
The cleaning and scrubbing will wait till tomorrow,
for 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.