My sweet siser in law lead me to this poem and it makes me smile as I think about how much more enjoyable (and eternally lasting) it is to spend quality time with my little ones than be worried about things that need to be done around the house. Both are necessary but the gap between where they fall on the priority list is amazing. I hope this inspires you to set aside what you were going to do in the kitchen/laundry room/bathroom - let your house be shocking and instead go be with your baby(ies)....
Song for a Fifth Child. (by Ruth Hulbert Hamilton, 1958)
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.
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Love you so much Care. Thanks for checking in on me. We will find sometime to talk soon.
Love it!
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