Babies Don't Keep

Dear Reader,

The Prince of the Paci is getting bigger. He sleeps less and has started to notice when I leave the room or when strangers are holding him. This means, you guessed it, more crying.

From Pip. Not me. Silly!

[sniffle] Ahem, I just got something in my eye. [blink, blink]

 Now and then, Okay, rather often, I have caught myself thinking,

"Why won't he just go to sleep so I can get something done?"

"Why is he being so clingy?"

"Why am I the only one who seems to be able to keep him happy for five whole minutes?"

"Good gravy! Why is he so cute?"

And with that, I remember.

Remember how fast this stage passes.

Remember how little it matters that my house isn't clean.

Remember how much I wanted this baby boy.

I remember my mother's voice quoting the poem that includes this line,

"So quiet now, cobwebs. Dust go to sleep.

I'm rocking my baby and babies don't keep."

So we rock.

Because he's a keeper.

Because I keep remembering how special it is to be in these moments.

Because he's not going to keep.

That said, he does keep needing clean clothes and diapers. He does keep needing his bath. And I keep needing a nap.

Love,

A Tired Mommy in NE