June 03, 2008
babies don't keep
While I was starting my summer routine of weeding through my children's dressers, I came across too many shirts for one boy, perhaps even two, to wear. I have a hard time though, getting rid of some of the shirts... that bring memories to my mind. I found another stack of t-shirts in his closet... ones that are too small, but are also souvenirs of places he's been. So what to do? I know that there are children who would be happy to wear these tees second hand, but I just couldn't bear the thought of passing along these memories... and Lord knows, there are plenty of other shirts in that drawer I can pass along. So, I decided to do what I do best... proscrastinate. I stopped working on my "job of the day" and moved on to something fun... something that made my heart feel good. What is it I always say? Oh yes... my children (hopefully) won't remember how clean or dirty my floors were, but they will always remember and treasure the time I spent with them and the scrapbooks I have created for them, and hopefully, Cam will treasure this...made from his his old tees...
Oh, yes... it was worth pushing aside a task that can be saved for another day. My babies are no longer babies, and the time is ticking away.
"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."
Posted by Dawn