Cleaning and scrubbing can wait till tomorrow
for babies grow up, we've learned to our sorrow
So quiet down cobwebs, dust go to sleep,
I'm rocking my baby cause babies don't keep.
This poem hung in our farm house where I grew up until I moved out when I was 17. I memorized this little poem at a young age and I have never forgotten it. Now that I am a mother I can appreciate what this poem says and it is so true! Never feel guilty for cuddling your baby or holding it too much. Once they get to that independent age you have to fight for a cuddle!
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