My joy for today is a few minutes of extra snuggle time.
Tonight, I had to nurse Tucker an extra time before he would go to sleep. He’s been somewhat fussy all day; maybe a tooth or fighting off a cold. He was crying for a few minutes while I was reading the latest Berenstain Bear book find from a garage sale to the older two kids. I waited until I finished the current book before going into Tucker, which was too long for Chad who had already gone in to try to calm him. By this point Tucker was absolutely desperate. Don’t worry, I had already nursed him before bed, only about 15 minutes before the screaming fit. But for whatever reason, he needed a little extra snuggle time tonight. And shouldn’t I be thankful? As I was putting things away in my closet a few minutes after putting Tuck to bed successfully, I took a minute to read this poem again that my Granny gave to me. It is so lovely.
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 shiftless as Little Boy Blue
(lullaby, rock-a-bye, Lullaby loo).
Dishes are waiting and bills are past due
(pat-a-cake, darling, and peek-peek-a-boo).
The shopping is not done and there’s nothing for stew
And out in the yard there is a hullabaloo.
But I’m playing “Kanga” and this is my “Roo.”
Look! Aren’t his eyes the most wonderful hue?
(lullaby, rock-a-bye, lullaby loo).
The cleaning and scrubbing will wait till tomorrow,
For 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.
by Ruth Hulburt Hamilton, 1958