I'm playing with Joseph, and Joseph won't keep.
Some think we're crazy to have a third child, let alone refuse to draw the line at three (just yet, anyway.) They think parenthood is something to be endured.
Little do they know, parenthood is something to revel in!
Now this hasn't been easy, but I've told myself (please remind me if I ever forget!) never to wish away a single minute of my children's young days. I've tried to soak up every single drop of my children's childhoods, even the bad bits. There have been times when Nat and Anna were little when they have refused to sleep in the middle of the night, crying and screaming, sometimes feeding, sometimes not, and I have collapsed in an exhausted puddle of motherhood on the floor, weeping myself. Even in those times I've tried to soak up the experience, good or bad - because babies don't keep.
And here I go again!
How blessed. Thankyou God.
I'm thinking about all this today because this made me cry last night. If you're hormonal like me, you might cry too. Join the club.
Song for a Fifth Child
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.
- Ruth Hulburt Hamilton (1958)