But Kellen has been a little under the weather and when he is sick, I want to hold him.
And Kellen only let's me hold him when his daddy is nowhere to be seen. So, for me this has been the first day in a long while that I have had Kellen to myself. To hold and love on and smooch and cuddle.
So, while I hold Kellen and look around at my mess of a house with Christmas toys still on the floor and think about what I should be making for dinner, and think about how messy my closet is, instead, I smile and think of a poem I once remember hearing...
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 this mother who's 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, peek-a-boo).
There's shopping 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?
(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.
~Ruth Hulbert Hamilton~
~Ruth Hulbert Hamilton~
Maybe, I will put him down soon and try to get some work done...
But probably not. :)
4 comments:
That poem brought tears to my eyes, I have never heard it before. This is exactly how I feel about my children, and being in the NOW is way more important that the house, etc! Rock on Momma!
Oh, Allison, you are so sweet. Thank you so much for the comments. You're always so nice and thoughtful with them. I always want to write you back and I guess this will have to do...I can't figure out a way to send you a message through here. I hope you end up seeing this! :)
Isn't it the neatest poem ever? I heard it years ago and it has stuck with me, majorly! I think of it all of the time. Maybe you will now too! Again, thank you for being so thoughtful...it means so much!
Aww. LeAnn. Made me cry. Love it. Ps. I started my blog today!
my mom always used to say the last verse of that poem. it has a whole new meaning now, and i agree that all that stuff can wait! nothing better than holding your 'baby'.
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