| |  | Dishes and dusting can wait till tomorrow, for babies grow up we learn to our sorrow. So goodnight laundy, dust go to sleep, I'm rocking my baby, and babies don't keep. |
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
life
Posted by pandama at 10:10 AM
Labels: thankfull to our heavenly father
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I love that!! I sometimes am so busy with the house and my wife and motherly duties that I look at my day and say where has the day gone. I need to print this off and read it everyday.
Aww... that makes me get tears in my eyes! Rocking babies is very important... look deep into their eyes and give them all of you... if you can get them to hold still for a second! ;-)
Yes rocking babies is important.All to soon the are grown. Then they are to big to hold and rock. But a Mother will always want to hold her children close and rock
I received that poem at my baby shower for my first baby. I still love it, sometimes I look at a rocking chair and feel a twinge of sorrow because babies do grow up. Like Sis Stubby says, we will always want to hold them close and rock them, some of my boys are goofy enough they would sit on my lap and let me rock them, somehow it's not the same!
Aww!! Wow does this bring back memories. My oldest son turned the big 3-0 today. Boy, do I feel old. But, I remember rocking him in my arms. He is goofy just like Mamasita's boys. It's not been that long ago that he jumped in my lap and had me cradling him. I can't say much for my knees, But I tried and enjoyed the moment.
I love this thanks for posting it I found it 20 years ago and lost it thanks......
How sweet! I've never heard that poem but I've sure felt the joy of rocking my little ones you have all talked about. Precious memories.... Thanks for the reminder!
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