There was an old poem published in the Ladies' Home Journal in 1938 entitled "Song for a Fifth Child" by Ruth Hulbert Hamilton. Maybe you know it. It has been on my mind lately...especially as I look at my sweet Lucas and realize he is 10 weeks old already. I feel like this time has just slipped out from under me. Between potty training and summer activities and making dinner and wiping noses and cutting fingernails and painting toenails and doing hair and making snacks and picking up toys...I am fearful that I am missing out on all of those sweet moments with Lucas. I knew this would be the challenge with a second baby, but I'm not sure I'm balancing things all that well. Anyway, I am asking the Lord to help me savor each moment. And I'm plastering this sweet little poem onto my heart...and hoping to find the balance somehow.
"Cleaning and scrubbing can wait 'till tomorrow,
for babies grow up, much to our sorrow.
So quiet down, cobwebs. Dust go to sleep.
I'm rocking my baby and babies don't keep."