Blogging, as fun and exciting as it can be, can turn to a burden for a mom blogger with a little one in need of her attention. I have a dear blogging buddy who is feeling that pressure just now with a sick little one, and an old poem came to mind while I was thinking of her dilemma and I wondered if I could re-write a portion of it for blogging moms of today who feel the pressure of the moment both at her blog and in her arms.
So for all of you blogging mommies out there, maybe this will be just a moment of encouragement from one older mom who says, it’s okay, the blog will be there when you can get back to it–your readers will understand. Take a moment to rock the baby, read a book or run in the park–the memories and impact of a day with your children will carry you and them thru many days to come. And in the long run, it will help you produce a better blog. ~ Cheryl
The original poem from years past, in its entirety:
BABIES DON’T KEEP
Mother, oh Mother,
come shake out your cloth,
empty the dustpan,
poison the moth,
hang out the washing
and butter the bread,
sew on a button and make up a bed.
Where is the mother whose house
is so shocking?
She’s up in the nursery,
Oh, I’ve grown shiftless as Little
Boy Blue (lullaby, rockaby, lullaby loo).
Dishes are waiting and bills are past due
(pat-a-cake, darling, and peek, peekaboo).
The shopping’s not done
and there’s nothing for stew
and out in the yard there’s a hullabaloo
but I’m playing Kanga and this is my Roo.
Look! Aren’t her eyes the most wonderful hue?
(lullaby, rockaby, lullaby loo).
The cleaning and scrubbing
will wait till tomorrow,
for Children grow up,
as I’ve learned to my sorrow.
So quiet down, cobwebs.
Dust go to sleep.
I’m rocking my baby and babies don’t keep……
~Author Unknown ~
Thank you Cheryl for your wise word, you are as always an inspiration.