Painted by Jodi Clan, poem author unknown
“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 and babies don’t keep.” – Author unknown.
That poem should be the theme of a mom’s life. We should all heed the words wisely and slow down, take in those moments of life that bring us bursting joy and unbelievable memories. We should all have that art work hanging in a prominent place in our homes! My cousin Jodi Clan hand painted this gift of love for her cousin Dana as a baby shower gift. It hangs in Dana’s daughter’s room. It is precious to Dana and should be to all moms.
This wild and crazy journey we are on called motherhood takes us from the mountain top experiences of God’s presence, the actual feeling without doubt that God is right there in our arms in the eyes and smiles of our infants. All the way crashing and tumbling through the unknown, annoying tasks of confusion raising a child brings to the bottom of the deepest pits, where we all feel we have sunk to at one time or another. This journey is bumpy, uncomfortable, unfamiliar, perplexing and dumbfounding but it is also uplifting, full of joy never known before, rewarding, witnessing simple acts of kindness and generosity and finding true, pure, and innocent unconditional love! I have yet to meet a mother that would trade the journey for any other path in this world!
Always remember you are never alone God is present every second you feel up or down on that mountain. There are people, so many other moms only a click away ready and willing to give you love and support, through blogs, words of encouragement and friendships that will last a lifetime. Being a mom is the journey of a lifetime and we as moms need to recognize it daily. That little poem painted with love always brings me back to the mission of the journey so simply put and babies don’t keep…
I had that saying hanging in my kitchen for years, and tried to ponder it when the mail started to pile up or the floor was in need of washing. My boys are now 17, 14 and 12, with the oldest planning to leave for college in the fall. Still it rings true. My ministry as a mother is to be fully present for my children, and to fit the chores in when possible. It sounds cliche, but the time with them does fly by. Dishes will always be here. Our children will not.