Monday, August 4, 2008

Sacred Place

These are two of my very favorite places to be. Rocking my children to sleep is one of the most precious and peaceful parts of each of my days. I have said it before, I am blessed to be a mother. Beside my daughter's rocking chair I have a picture of me holding her when she was just a tiny infant. I read the words often and it is a sweet reminder of how quickly the days pass that my children will be small enough to be rocked. I wish I could keep them little and innocent for ever and for always. They grow up within a blink of an eye.








Cleaning and dusting 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.


In my little boys room there is a simple reminder that hangs on his wall.

Cherish Every Moment

I do cherish every moment that I am lucky enough to spend with my sweet blessings from heaven. I am a happy mother.

1 comment:

Bek said...

The cobwebs poem is my favorite poem, unfortunatly I make take it a little to far, I'll take rocking a baby to cleaning every time.