Bill Giyaman posted Partial poem by Ruth Hulburt Hamilton. "Cleaning and scrubbing can wait till tomorrow, for babies grow up, we've learned to our sorrow. So settle down cobwebs. Dust go to sleep. I’m rocking my baby and babies don’t .
A wonderful friend made this in cross-stitch for me when I had babies-it hung on the nursery wall-sadly it is too true as my babies grew into adulthood years ago! I still have the cross-stitch, and the wonderful memories of rocking my sweet baby boys!
This is my goal.to raise a good woman out of my daughters. I know a lot of good women, I work daily to be a good woman and I will always try to help guide my baby girl into the woman that God created her to be.
Free printable, piles of laundry poem. I so need to print and frame this for my laundry room, was a good reminder today as I worked through the piles and piles of laundry I had after cleaning the kid's rooms :)
So glad I'm not the type of mom that keeps me kids from living a childhood. Sad some parents expect to not allow their kids to have sweets and ect. Some parents should know that kids are only kids once let them enjoy it.
cool When my children remember their childhood, I want only for them to remember that. When my children remember their childhood, I want only for them to remember that their Mother gave it her all. She worried too much, she failed at t.