Babies Don’t Keep
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,
Lullabye, rockaby, lullabye loo.
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,
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.
-Author Unknown
I don't have babies anymore. Though in the last 24 hours, I have seen that there will be many moments when all that will do is mommy, and again, my babes are babes in my arms.
Our son gets croup occasionally, and although with age, it gets better, last night it required a trip to the ER. So I held him. I snuggled with him. I rocked him. I comforted him.
I treasured every moment.
I've been spoiled. I've been spoiled with a little boy who loves his mamma, and who loves to give kisses and hugs. He'll rest in my arms and cuddle. He'll let me hold him. He'll let me keep him.
I treasure each moment because I know it won't last.
Babies don't keep.
I'm spoiled to have a four-year-old kept.
Haddon will be fine, and I am thankful that we were able to take care of him. I'm thankful that croup isn't a surprise anymore- though this bout was a little surprising.
Lullabye, rockaby, lullabye loo.
I'll hold my sweet Haddon
while he'll let me to.
Thank you for protecting our boy and opening his airways to breath.
Thank you Lord that you are the Breathe of Life and the Bread of Life.
Thank you that you give peace in times of turmoil and rest when we lack rest.
Watch over my little one as he sleeps tonight and give him the rest he needs.
Draw him to you. He needs you more than breathe, more than life itself.
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