It’s finally happened, the milestone I’ve been dreading has finally arrived:
I am no longer “Mama”. I have been re-branded as “Mommy”.
My wee ones are babies no longer! <SOB!>
When they were just learning to speak, a couple of years ago, a well-meaning friend tried to teach them to call me Mommy, while I was taking a nap. Thankfully, I was able to nip that in the bud, and after a few days, they were back to Mama.
Now, there is no going back.
They neatly use a fork and (toddler)knife. They want to ‘help’ me floss their teeth. They can use scissors. They are learning how to write letters of the alphabet. They gargle after toothbrushing.
I can barely pick them up! <WAIL!>
Don’t get me wrong, I rejoice in their continued growth and achievments, but I miss my little babies! I didn’t get enough sweet baby cuddles!
Time flew quicker than I thought it would.
So it’s time to trot out this poem that I did not write, but it sure fits! Except for the moth part.
BABIES DON’T KEEP
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,
“Oh, I’ve grown shiftless as Little
Boy Blue (lullaby, rockaby, lullaby loo).
Dishes are waiting and bills are past due
(pat-a-cake, darling, and peek, peekaboo).
The shopping’s not done
and there’s nothing for stew
and out in the yard there’s a hullabaloo
but I’m playing Kanga and this is my Roo.
Look! Aren’t her eyes the most wonderful hue?
(lullaby, rockaby, 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……”
~Author Unknown ~