“Oh cooking and scrubbing will wait til 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 — babies don’t keep.”
When I was growing up, my mom had this poem sitting in a frame on a dresser in her room. It always caught my eye, and I somehow have remembered it for all these years…and now that I’m a mommy myself, it keeps popping into my brain as a great reminder of where my priorities need to be at these days. Cooking and cleaning are important of course, but the point of the poem it’s so easy to let the never-ending “to-do” list overshadow the simpler, more precious moments — like snuggling with my baby (while he’ll still snuggle!).