I love being a mom.
More specifically, I love being my sweet little Peanut's mom. I love her more with every day that passes. We had one of those great days today that makes you wonder what you ever did to deserve such amazing blessings from God. We went to the zoo and had fun "talking" to the animals and then had some playtime in the park. After a nice nap when we got home, I whisked her away to play in theweeds buttercups that are blanketing our backyard.
She is constantly making me laugh,
More specifically, I love being my sweet little Peanut's mom. I love her more with every day that passes. We had one of those great days today that makes you wonder what you ever did to deserve such amazing blessings from God. We went to the zoo and had fun "talking" to the animals and then had some playtime in the park. After a nice nap when we got home, I whisked her away to play in the
She is constantly making me laugh,
and charming me with her funny faces,
and she's even cute when she's crying.
I would feel like the luckiest person in the world, except I don't belive in luck. For some reason, God has seen fit to bless me and Justin with this beautiful little person to nurture, teach and care for. That thought is really humbling to me.
My daughter makes me a better person every day. I want to be worthy to be her mother. I want to look back on these precious days with her and not have any regrets.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
This poem has been circulating in the blogging world, but it's been always been a favorite of mine. The message is so simple, but it's one of the easiest things to lose sight of in this crazy, busy world. I want to cherish simple days like today and savor every second I have with my baby. Tomorrow she'll be all grown up and I want to look back and smile fondly on the special times we shared.
she is so precious. So beautiful!! And I love the zoo :)
ReplyDeleteShe's beautiful. I am a mama of 2, one 3 and one almost 4 months, and I can't believe how fast it goes. I can remember my oldest going through a phase where he would reach up and say "Hold you!" when he wanted to be picked up. Sometimes I would get so frustrated because I couldn't get anything done, now that he doesn't ever want mama to hold him I would give anything to hear "Hold you!" one more time!
ReplyDeleteI love that poem! Gorgeous photos. What a blessing!
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ReplyDeleteThat is one of my favorite poems, and I have put it on my blog, too, lol.
ReplyDeleteI so enjoy the early years. Just not the potty training, lol.
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Yes, hold on to those days!
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She is lovely and you are so right. We are so very blessed to have been chosen by God and our children to be mothers. So many, don't have as many days with their little ones as we have had already... and then tomorrow they are grown. That is why I have been working so hard to make everyday count.
ReplyDeleteSuch truth!! I am constantly humbled by the realization that God has given me such a special and huge responsibility. In light of that, the dust certainly can keep. What can't be accomplished during nap time will just have to wait.
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ReplyDeleteShe is so adorable! I love her little laughing face in the second picture :) Thanks for sharing the poem too, it's lovely!
ReplyDeleteI don't know about you, but I always raise my hands straight over my head when I cry...
ReplyDeleteHow cute is that?
I would get nothing done around my house but kissing and snacking on those little cheeks!
Just beautiful!