I saw this on someone's blog today and it is a good reminder for those days when it feels like the house is grubby and I haven't been able to accomplish much because I have a little one with a mind of her own.
Mother, oh Mother, come shake out your cloth
empty the dustpan, poison 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, rockaby, lullaby 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 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.
by Ruth Hulburt Hamilton
3 comments:
Very True!!!!
My mother-in-law recited the last verse to me the week after Levi was born. She was visiting and I kept talking about what needed to be done. It was such a nice way for her to say, "RELAX!!" Hope you did some rocking today. :)
Lovely reminder to make precious the moments...
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