I find myself these days immersed in life with three. Some days in, fully over my head. Most days, flowing and enjoying the 3 little people that fill my days. I spend my afternoons sitting outdoors with Luke in my arms, watching the two older boys play in the yard and enjoying brief periods of quiet between their screams and cheers.
Their summertime cheer is contagious.
The sweetest sounds I hear are the tiny breaths and coos coming from Luke. He lays curled up on my outstretched legs, smiling up at me. Peaceful and content.
His peacefulness is contagious.
I am busier than I have ever been in my life. But there is something about this baby that has drawn me in and slowed it down. Like nothing else. This old poem comes to mind.
(ruth hamilton, 1958)
oh cleaning and scrubbing
will wait till tomorrow
but 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.
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sweet words