Tuesday, December 1, 2009

Just Can't Get Enough

I'm eating him up. I snuggle my face in his neck & drink in that great baby smell. We snuggle a lot & I allow myself to feed on demand & hold him whenever he wants to be held! Babywise be damned. (That's scriptural language, not swearing.)

At the root of my desires is my fear that Luke is going to grow up too fast & I won't ever have this fundamental need met again in my life. I hate that he is changing so much everyday. Everyday, one step closer to independence & away from needing me.

"Mommies love babies," Curtis said the other day. We do. We all love them. I can't believe this is the end of this phase of my life. How quickly it comes and goes.

These photos are a precious gift to me from a good friend, Crystal who came to our house & took these pictures when Luke was just about 3 or 4 weeks old. I love them dearly because they capture Luke as a newborn, freezing him in time, which thing I cannot do in real life. Thanks a million Crystal!



















Song for a Fifth Child


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, rockaby, lullaby 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?
(lullaby, rockaby, 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