Wednesday, January 4, 2012

mothering three

Since I've had our little lala here I feel like life has been turned upside down. In a good way though. I don't know what it is about three but tt's amazing how busy life has become. My days literally fly by.  I feel like in every moment there is always a need to be met, whether it is immediate like feeding, changing, cleaning and all the essential things that come with caring for these little people or just loving them and making sure they all get some attention. And there are those moments that are really so very good and happy and I know how very, very lucky I am.  
I'm learning slowly to go easy on myself, to try my hardest but not beat myself up so much.  I'm trying to take it all one moment at a time. I heard long ago from a friend that her grandmother had always told her to "Grace herself." To be forgiving and gracious not just of others but of herself. Though I have to say that it's so much easier to say it than to do it!
My goals this year are really simple, to make sure I give more hugs and kisses to them, to smile at them and laugh with them more and to enjoy them as much as I can.   Everyday I just think that soon they really will be grown and I'll have these memories of them when they were little and I want to make those memories of their childhood as happy as I can. I'm sure you have all read this but here is one of my most favorite quotes.

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.
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?
Lullaby, rockaby, lullaby 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.
~ Ruth Hulbert Hamilton

1 comment:

  1. My mom has had that poem on the wall for years, it is one of my favorites too. :)


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