I Hope I Will Always be “That Mama”

As I am now nearly half way through my second pregnancy I have been… Reminiscing. Which might sound ridiculous, seeing as how my Hailee is only 12 months old, but it is already becoming so apparent to me that times are flying by!!!
The things that she doesn’t know she does during that day that just make me stop in my tracks, think gosh why is she so dang cute, and smile. The little things I’m worried I am going to be in such a rush that someday I will look back and not remember the tiny things. The things that make each day worth it!
Lately I have spent a little time going through her newborn photos, and today I found this poem that I originally discovered a few weeks before I had her. I decided that this was a good place to save it, in hopes of making it remain in the fore front of my mind even longer.
{Forgive me if I get emotional!}
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Mother, O’ Mother, come shake out your cloth,
Empty the dustpan, poison the moth.
Baby kisses

Baby kisses

Hang out the washing, make up the bed,
Sew on a button and butter the bread.
Belly laughs!

Belly laughs!

Where is the mother whose house is so shocking?
She’s up in the nursery, blissfully rocking.
Painting chubby little piggys

Painting chubby little piggys

Oh, I’ve grown as shiftless as Little Boy Blue,
Lullaby, rockaby, lullaby loo.
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Dishes are waiting and bills are past due,
Pat-a-cake, darling, and peek – peekaboo.
The love I feel when looking at her!

The love I feel when looking at her!

The shopping’s not done and there’s nothing for stew,
And out in the yard there’s a hullabaloo.
How she can never get enough of "owside"

How she can never get enough of “owside”

But I’m playing Kanga and this is my Roo.
Look! Aren’t her eyes the most wonderful hue?
Lullaby, rockaby, lullaby loo.
How adorable she is!

How adorable she is!

The cleaning and scrubbing can wait till tomorrow,
But children grow up, as I’ve learned to my sorrow.
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So quiet down cobwebs; Dust go to sleep!
I’m rocking my baby and babies don’t keep.
How tiny everything started out!

How tiny everything started out!

~ Ruth Hulbert Hamilton
I hope I can remain true to this poem, and remember the way it tugs at my emotional heart!
Kait