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Babies Don’t Keep

November 18, 2009

“Dusting and sweeping can wait ’till tomorrow. For Babies grow up we’ve learned to our sorrow. So go to bed cobwebs, dust go to sleep. I’m rocking my baby and babies don’t keep.”

You may have heard this little rhyme before. My mother has a framed stitchery of this poem that hangs above the rocking chair in her bedroom, the same rocking chair where she nursed and rocked five babies. I remember looking at it as a child, but it never took on meaning until I had my own little baby.

I realize more and more each day how fast it’s all going. Right when I feel like I’ve adjusted to one thing about Evangeline, she picks up a new habit or is able to do yet another thing. She’s already growing up before my eyes.

I look at her in wonder and amazement. I now get the whole “I’m obsessed with my baby” thing. Because I totally am. I am filled with such overwhelming joy when I look at her and carried away with the amount of love that fills my heart. But there’s also a twinge of sadness knowing that each moment is fleeting and she will never be in that perfect moment again.

My house is definitely not the cleanest house around, there are piles of laundry, dirty dishes,  dust bunnies, filled litter boxes, etc. But sometimes, I just want to not do those things and just stare at my baby for an extended period of time. She is so beautiful and lovely…and growing. As the rhyme says, “babies don’t keep…”.

My goal this week is to make Evangeline a priority, not the laundry or dishes because they will always be with me and there is always more to do. My goal is to continue learning the art of being present and in the moment. These golden days are numbered.

This is one of my very favorite quotes by one of my very favorite authors, J.M. Barrie:

You must have been warned against letting the golden hours slip by. Yes, but some of them are golden only because we let them slip.

6 Comments leave one →
  1. November 19, 2009 7:42 am

    I love to sit and look at her, too.—Dad

  2. November 19, 2009 8:57 am

    It took me years to finish that stitchery since I was trying to pay attention to the message and the babies instead of my “to do” list. But the children are well worth procrastinating on other things!

  3. Ashley Auerbach permalink
    November 20, 2009 8:11 am

    Tell me about, its scary how fast Delila is growing!!! Thanks for the reminder to enjoy the little things!!

  4. Allie permalink
    November 20, 2009 7:15 pm

    I’m obsessed with your baby’s hat!!

  5. January 28, 2010 8:24 pm

    I too cross-stitched, framed and hung in our nursery the poem, “Dusting and sweeping can wait ’till tomorrow. For Babies grow up we’ve learned to our sorrow. So go to bed cobwebs, dust go to sleep. I’m rocking my baby and babies don’t keep.”

    The truth is that my babies are 29, 25, 21… and there was one that died. I just want to say that today’s moms need to really take heed. Our kids grow up. We have ONLY one chance to raise them, and do it well! They grow up— the leave— and sometimes, the empty nest is loud in the silence. Thank you for taking time to keep this little verse in your perspective of raising that precious little cargo— Babies don’t keep!

    Nona Shelley in DFW Tx.

    • January 29, 2010 12:25 pm

      Thank you so much for sharing this experience. I am truly sorry for your loss. Thank you for reminding us to cherish each moment with our kids.

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