Babies Don't Keep

This afternoon at church I was out in the hallway, yet again, because Charlotte was fussing. I finally got her to sleep and I was getting ready to go back into Sunday School when a dear sweet sister named June rolled up to me. She has always loved playing with my babies and she came to take a peek at Charlotte. She said to me to enjoy my time rocking my sleeping babies and reminded me of a poem that I heard ages ago.

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.

So here are my babies.They are growing up so quickly, every morning they wake up just a little bit older and I just want to bottle them up and keep them as my babies forever.I will cherish my time with them and make sure to take the time to get down on the floor and play and also to just sit down and rock them.