Friday, June 18, 2010

Something to think about.

Cleaning and scrubbing will 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. Babies don’t keep. – Ruth Hamilton

I was just blog surfing and saw this quote and thought it really applied to my life right now. I find myself cleaning less and less in order to sit on the floor and play with my baby. I know that is crazy right, especially for ya'll who know how I like to keep a clean house. I want Truett to remember me as a loving mother who was there for him, not a mom who always had sparkling clean kitchen floors.

6 comments:

Jennifer said...

This is something I learned a long time ago, also. Hence my "not as clean as I would like it to be" house! Time passes too quickly! :0) Good for you, Shana!

Tessa said...

There is so much reward in playing with your child even though there is laundry or dishes. Your little one will enjoy having memories of mommy playing with him instead of him saying how clean the house was. =) Thanks for sharing.

thesandifers said...

I LOVE, LOVE, LOVE this quote!!! So true!

Chelsea said...

Thank you so much for this, Shana. I think we can all use this reminder sometimes. I had heard this poem before but am glad you reminded me of it- I should print it out and look at it more often. Have you read the whole thing?

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.

Anonymous said...

What a sweet reminder! My mother (of 8 children) had this hanging in our house, and she did live by it. So true. . . though my husband reminds me that SOME cleaning does have to be done, even if it is just clearing a path to the door so we can get out!:-)

The Shadburn Family said...

(I'm a little behind on blogging.) I was just thinking along those lines this morning, too. Sometimes I think "I could be doing something more productive right now." Then I reply myself "Hey, not much I can do with these 2 boys ISN'T a high use of your time." Give Truett a smooch for me!

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