Friday, September 09, 2011


Yesterday was a really hard day.  Noah didn't want to sleep more than a few minutes at a time and I was feeling like everything was upside down and out of order.  The laundry pile was over-flowing, the kitchen was a total disaster, every single cooking utensil from the canister had been used, which never happens.  My brains had been scrambled from all the rocking and bouncing I did to try to soothe a fussy baby.  Tony came home and I hoped things would get better, but I was in an irreversibly bad mood.  You know the kind where you want to feel better but you just keep doing and saying things to make it worse?  That was me.  I usually love being a mother.  Yesterday, I did not.  I couldn't appreciate the snuggling, I couldn't enjoy Lucy's chatter.  I was exhausted.  I slept better last night...and things look a lot brighter today as they always do after time serving, talking with trusted friends and prayer.  I came across this poem again, and today it was especially poignant to me.  These babies are so important and I have them for such a short time.  I am glad to be reminded of my role in their lives.  I will give them my patience and they reward me with their kisses.  I'm glad to be reminded to give more freely of myself.

Here is the full version:

Babies Don’t Keep
by Ruth Hulburt Hamilton

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.

6 comments:

Valerie and Mercado Family said...

What a sweet poem and what a good mom you are!!

Katidid said...

You are doing great! You are not alone and thank you for the reminder. From a fellow sleep -deprived MOM! :)

Brenda said...

That picture is absolutely amazingly beautiful!

Stacie said...

Love what you've done with the picture. It's beautiful. I need this reminder too often.... Thanks!

GramMO said...

I LOVE, LOVE LOVE this poem. It came in quite handy on those kind of days way back when. I am so blessed my grandchildren have the parents they have and pray for them each day. Thank you for being the mom I wish my kids had had. LOVE LOVE LOVE YOU!!!

Stephanie said...

I love that poem too. It's so hard to keep the perspective sometimes. I hate that my mood is so tightly connected to whether or not I am getting things done throughout the day, but it is. We should feel just as good about ourselves if all we accomplish is loving our babies throughout the day, but it's hard...