Cherish Every Moment

Someone shared this poem with me today:

"Mother oh mother come shake out your cloth
Empty the dustpan, quiet the moth
Hang out the washing, make up the bed
Sew on a button, 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
Lullaby rockabye lullaby lop
Dishes are waiting and bills are past due

Pat a cake darling, peek, peek-a-boo
The shoppings not done and there's nothing for stew
And out in the yard theres a hullabaloo
But im playing kanga, and this is my too
Look! Aren't his eyes the most wonderful hue?

The cleaning and scrubbing can wait til 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"

- Ruth Hamilton

Before Lily was born, I was determined to make sure she slept in her own crib, that I didn't rock her, and that I made sure she was independent. Now that she's here, everything has changed, ESPECIALLY since going back to work.

So I don't care about all that other "hullabaloo." I am going to spend every minute I can with our little girl and take it all in because she is growing too fast already.

Plus, there is nothing better in this world than that moment at night when I'm rocking her to sleep. <3