I have a friend who is a young mother. Her first baby is one month old. We recently visited so I could bring her a meal and see the baby. She confessed she was tired, and it was unsatisfying caring for this little baby who didn’t really respond to her, or smile yet. I understood and remembered when my children were little. But my two children are all grown up now – a young men and young woman, really. That time they were little was so brief. Each stage of development – infancy, toddlerhood, pre-school, school-aged, etc. – was a special time with enjoyable moments and treasured memories. It will never come again. “Don’t wish this time away,” I counseled my friend. You have only so much time on this earth. Don’t squander your time – it will never come again.
I recommend you pay attention to your life. Treasure it. Be present in the lives of your children, for all too soon, they grow up and you may wish to have back those lovely moments that you were so eager to wish away.
This poem says it better than I:
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…..
….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 Hulbert Hamilton