Staying in the Present

Dishes and dust can wait till tomorrow,

babies grow up we’ve learned to our sorrow.

So quiet down cobwebs, dust go to sleep!

I’m rocking my baby and babies don’t keep.

 

The first time I read this poem it made me teary eyed. It is so true and honest and is a great reminder for me to stay in the present and to cherish and gobble up these moments while BabyBird is a baby, because I know he will grow up right before our eyes!