Do you like my new header? My last title ("Manna for my soul") was just too...boring. Heavy? I don't know. But it wasn't really describing what I want my blog to be.
Enter mothering poem, "Song for a Sixth Child" by Mary Ryan:
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 as shiftless as Little Boy Blue,
(Lullaby, rockaby, lullaby too.)
Dishes are waiting and bills are past due,
(Pat-a-cake, darling and peek, peek-a-boo!)
The shopping's not done and there's
nothing for stew,
And out in the yeard there's a hullabaloo!
But I'm playing Kanga and this is my Roo,
Look, aren't his eyes the most wonderful blue?
(Lullaby, rockaby, lullaby too.)
Oh, 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 this sorta describes my mantra as I move through this mothering stage in my life. I just love how this reminds me to slow down and enjoy my children as they are, and to not get caught up in the mundane housekeeping duties and errands that pepper my life.
2 comments:
I love that poem. Always puts a tear in my eye.
Oh sweetie, you're such a good mom to our kids. They are so lucky to have you at home with them during the day, and evening, and breakfast, and dinner, and every other minute in between. I'll try to take care of the cobwebs for ya. :-)
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