They grow up so fast
I love meeting parents through this blog. It is the best part, because I get to hear all your fabulous stories, advice and insight on parenthood. It takes a village, indeed.
A new friend of mine, Lauren Mays, sent the following poem to me. Lauren is a fabulous mother of four (and truly has her hands full). She said after reading my entry on taking time out for those special moments with our children, she was reminded of this poem. I love it, so enjoy the poem…and enjoy those babies while they are still young. :)
Babies Don’t Keep
by Ruth Hulburt Hamilton
Mother, oh Mother, come shake out your cloth
Empty the dustpan, dispose of 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 shiftless as Little Boy Blue
(lullaby, rock-a-bye, lullaby, loo)
Dishes are waiting and bills are past due
(pat-a-cake, darling, and peek, peek-a-boo)
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 her eyes the most wonderful hue?
(lullaby, rock-a-bye, lullaby, loo)
The cleaning and scrubbing will wait ‘til 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.
