Tuesday, April 27, 2010

Because Mommies Need Reminding (for Rachel)

    Song for a Fifth Child

      by Ruth Hulburt Hamilton
          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.

        This has even more meaning for me now, as we leave toddler days behind. . . . .

        Mommas, love your little ones.  Love your husband.  Love your Lord.

        It is enough.  Trust me.


        Melissa Sue said...

        Thanks, Heather. I needed that today.

        Amanda M. said...

        Thanks for the reminder!! My baby just turned three, and I could just bawl!! I'm having a difficult time letting go of those sweet times. (Being in them for 10 years probably doesn't help, either.)