For babies grow up we’ve learned to our sorrow.
So settle down cobwebs, dust go to sleep,
I’m rocking my baby and babies don’t keep.
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
Scrubbing and Cleaning Can Wait
Scrubbing and cleaning can wait till tomorrow
For babies grow up we’ve learned to our sorrow.
So settle down cobwebs, dust go to sleep,
I’m rocking my baby and babies don’t keep.
My wise mother-in-law made me a cross stitched sampler when my first baby was born with this poem on it. It hung by my rocking chair and was a constant reminder that there was nothing I needed to accomplish that was nearly as important as time spent savoring the people God had entrusted me with. I think I might just hang it back up.
For babies grow up we’ve learned to our sorrow.
So settle down cobwebs, dust go to sleep,
I’m rocking my baby and babies don’t keep.
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Indeed everything can wait. Nothing compares to the happiness caused by holding a baby in your arms and watching its adjusting to the surroundings.
ReplyDeleteI needed this reminder. Thank you.
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