Wednesday, January 4, 2012

Babies Don't Keep

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.

Read full poem here.

I love this poem.  It really speaks to me, and it reminds me to hold onto Mila a little tighter because soon she'll be like Cade, scampering off to school with his too-big-backpack and making new friends that aren't ME.  I miss the days when he used to snuggle with me and need me in a way that he no longer does.  I know of course my 5 year old still needs me, but they grow up so fast...as I'm learning.  Also, this poem comes in handy when Brandon asks me why I haven't done the laundry.  Whipping out an answer like "Because I'm too busy loving my daughter before she grows up so LAY OFFA ME" is kinda hard to talk back to, am I right?

4 comments:

Michelle said...

LOVE! LOVE! LOVE!

Em said...

I love this poem. And, it's true. Snuggling and loving your babies is important work, no matter what anybody else says. Here's to snuggling babies in a cluttered house!

Em said...

I love this poem. And, it's true. Snuggling and loving your babies is important work, no matter what anybody else says. Here's to snuggling babies in a cluttered house!

emo said...

I've got this on a tile decoration that I got from a baby shower. It is so dang true! Love the poem. Have it memorized.