Time

So, perhaps this poem is "overdone" but this is the first time I experienced it in its entirety. Granted, right now we only have one little one, but I think about this all the time. Especially as she is eating lots of solids so our nursing time is coming to a close, and she is starting to look more like a little girl than my little baby. I stole it from one of my mom blogs, momopoly.

“Song for a Fifth Child (The Value of Values) “
by Ruth Hulbert Hamilton

Mother, O 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 as shiftless as Little Boy Blue
(Lullabye, rockabye, lullaby loo).
Dishes are waiting and bills are past due
(Lullabye, rockabye, lullaby loo).
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.”
(Lullabye, rockabye, lullaby loo).

The cleaning and scrubbing will 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.

I'm off to play with my little baby while she still is one. Luckily, she still finds (folding) playing with the clean clothes enjoyable! :)