My Oldest Child Turned 6 today. The time just won't stop and I can't make him stay small and it really does make me a little sad to see him become his own person and independent enough to not need mom so much. Reminded me of a poem someone gave me at my babshower and I have echoed its words many times.
"I hope my child looks back on today
and remembers a Mom who had time to play
There will be years for cleaning and cooking
But children grow up when we are not looking
Cleaning and scrubbing can wait till tomorrow
because babies grow fast, we learn to our sorrow
So settle down cobwebs, dust go to sleep
I'm cuddling my baby, and babies don't keep"
Thursday, May 6, 2010
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