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Sunday, March 8, 2009
Sunday Night
Sunday night Jackson was a little bummed because we had taken Jay to the airport. Not to mention with the whole time change he wasn't ready at 6 p.m. which is his usual bedtime. He never cries at nap or bed time and always just signs and says love and bye bye. But this night he started crying "mama peez!" Of course I couldn't resist this and went in and got him. I just rocked with him for almost an entire hour. It has been so long since I rocked Jackson for that long (I do rock him each night but we are usually talking and playing and it's only about 10 minutes). And this time he was totally snuggled up to my chest. It was precious. I was looking around at all of the laundry and cleaning I needed to do but kept thinking that my days of rocking Jackson (and that making his world right again) is so limited. I will have cleaning and laundry for the rest of my life but my little guy is growing so fast! Anyway, I ended up soothing him to sleep and then laying him in his bed. When I laid him down he just looked up and said thank you and signed love before passing out. The mystery of what happened to me after having Jackson might never be answered, but it is a fact that I am nothing but a sap with him. When I snuggle with him each night before bed I can't help but think that fairly soon he might not want to snuggle with his mommy. I love that he is so affectionate and loving!
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Your story reminded me of my favorite poem about being a mom - one I discovered when I was rocking you to sleep one night (and reading @ the same time - yes, I used to read!) The last stanza is the most important:
Mother, oh Mother, come shake out your cloth
Empty the dustpan, poison the moth,
Hang out the washing and butter the bread,
Sew on a button and make up a bed.
Where is the mother whose house is so shocking?
She's up in the nursery, blissfully rocking.
Oh, I've grown shiftless as Little Boy Blue
(lullaby, rock-a-bye, Lullaby loo).
Dishes are waiting and bills are past due
(pat-a-cake, darling, and peek-peek-a-boo).
The shopping is not done and there's nothing for stew
And out in the yard there is a hullabaloo.
But I'm playing "Kanga" and this is my "Roo."
Look! Aren't his eyes the most wonderful hue?
(lullaby, rock-a-bye, lullaby loo).
The cleaning and scrubbing will wait till tomorrow,
For 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 Hulburt Hamilton, 1958
Karen, that poem is so perfect. Between that and Hill's sweet post, I am a blubbering fool. :-)
It's so wonderful that you appreciate all of your sweet moments with Jackson -- it's so easy to take them for granted in the middle of all of the other crazy moments! Jackson is lucky to have such a loving mommy who has taught him to be the sweet, loving little boy that he is!
Such a sweet post. I have heard that poem from mom before and every time I read it it still makes me cry. It really is amazing how fast they grow up. It is quite evident to me every day when I see Mia and remember when she used to be little like Lennon. It almost doesn't seem real. I wish yall were here. Can't wait for you to come.
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