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 I know I don't always get this put away like I would like but I remember this poem and think that its okay that things can wait. I love that Iain is still little but one day in the not so far away future he will be headed to school and I won't be with him all day long. But for the the moment things can wait to be put away my little guy is here wanting to explore this world. And I want to show it to him and see everything for the first time with him. To experience it all again because its all new and so exciting when you have a little person to show it too. So, the dishes and clothes can wait for a while. I realized that I was wishing Iain was older so he could tell me what he needs. Shortly after that thought I came to the realization that he wasn't always going to be this little and this time was special and to cherish this time for as long as it last because it won't last. There are days that I wish he was still a little baby but right now Iain is so much fun right now. He is so full of adventure and wonder that I can't wait till we are exploring this world together. So I'll stop wishing for him to be tiny again and be happy with right now.

A poem about Motherhood

A Mother's Song I used to hold your hand, Now I hold on to hope That I'll see you again some day. Knowing that you're still mine Has helped me to cope Now that you're gone away. Too lovely, too pure To stand this world of sin. So God called you home To live safely with him. While it's true, I miss you, I know I'll see you again. And if I live faithfully I can raise you then. Through sacred priesthood powers We have all been sealed As a family forever. When I see you again My heart will be healed And we'll be together. Too lovely, too pure To stand this world of sin. So God called you home To live safely with him. While it's true, I miss you, I know I'll see you again. And if I live faithfully, I can raise you then. I know while I'm still here God will take care of you As you're waiting for me. I know I must work hard. I know I must stay true, So you'll be mine for eternity. Too lovely, too pure To stand this world of sin. So God called you home To live safely with him. While it's true, I miss you, I know I'll see you again. And if I live faithfully I can raise you then. I know God has a plan. I must do what I can To return home to him. I know you're in his care. I know I'll find you there When I come home to him.

Babies Don’t Keep by Ruth Hulburt Hamilto

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.

A mother's heart

"A mother's joy begins when new life is stirring inside... when a tiny heartbeat is heard for the very first time, and a playful kick reminds her that she is never alone." I loved you from the very start… You stole my breath, embraced my heart. Our life together has just begun, You’re part of me, my little one. As mother with child, each day I knew My mind would be filled with thoughts of you. I’m daydreaming of the things we’ll share, Like late-night bottles and teddy bears. Like first steps and skinned knees, Like bedtime stories and ABC’s. I’m thinking of things you’ll want to know, Like how birds fly and flowers grow. I’ve thought of lessons I’ll need to share, Like standing tall and playing fair. When I first see your precious face, I’ll pray your life be touched with grace. I’ll thank the angels from above, And promise you unending love. Each night I’ll lay you down to sleep, I’ll gently kiss your head and cheek. I’ll count your little fingers and toes, I’ll memorize your eyes and nose. I will linger at your nursery door, Awed each day that I love you more. Through misty eyes, I’ll dim the light, And whisper, “I love you” every night. As mother with child our journey’s begun, My heart’s yours forever, little one. I loved you from the very start… You stole my breath, embraced my heart."