Wouldn't it be great...

On our long drive back to Tlaxiaco, Sam asked me, "Mom, wouldn't it be great if we could just push a button and be back home?" Ahh... the possibilities with that technology! I could push a button and be done with the dishes, the laundry, and the all other things that I'd prefer not to spend time on. Wouldn't it be great to have the time do the things we would want to do, like updating my blog every week instead of every 4 months? I still have yet to find a balance in my daily life that would accomplish all my tasks, participate fully in ministry, and yet enjoy each moment of my children's lives. Have you seen how big they have gotten? They are growing more rapidly every year and if I blink, they'll be grown with children of their own! So, I apologize for the lack of blogging (for anyone left who actually reads this :)), but I have recently decided the most important thing I can do each is day is to spend quality time with my children, watching them change and grow, and loving them every minute I can. Soon enough I will have plenty of time for other things like blogging. So, I will no longer feel guilty about not blogging more, but I will do so when I have the time, which may be few and far between.

I've always loved this following poem, and re-reading it again has made me long for the days when my children were still babies. But, since we can't take that time back, I'm going to enjoy them at each stage they are at.

Mother, O Mother, come shake out your cloth,
Empty the dustpan, poison the moth,
Hang out the washing, make up the bed,
Sew on a button and butter the bread.

Where is the mother whose house is so shocking?
She's up in the nursery, blissfully rocking.
Oh, I've grown as shiftless as Little Boy Blue,Lullabye, rockabye, lullabye 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 his eyes the most wonderful hue?
Lullabye, rockaby lullabye loo.

The cleaning and scrubbing can 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.

- Ruth Hulbert Hamilton