Babies Don't Keep

I tried to put this in the last post, but couldn't figure out how to copy and paste it. I admire mothers who really enjoy their children, who spend time with them and have learned to let the things that don't really matter go. To be perfectly honest, I've been struggling with my little ones lately. Finding a balance of giving my children the time and attention they deserve while not getting "lost" in the demands of house and life is a challenge. I've always been the kind of person who needs a lot of alone time and everyone knows that work so well with young children. Parenthood seems like a lifelong course on learning to become more unselfish, and I have a long way to go! I am excited to hold a sweet new baby, in some ways I appreciate it more than with Ezra or Audrey because I'm beginning to realize how quickly they are growing up. I am grateful that we are even able to have this baby, there are family members and friends who are wonderful parents and struggling to be able to have another baby. I hope this post doesn't come off in a negative way- but it is true to what I'm feeling. Here's a poem I read that I liked: 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.