tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2012078150698865015.post8288552427008231376..comments2019-10-24T09:36:34.176+10:00Comments on The Mother Experiment: Some things are too valuable to missUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2012078150698865015.post-52476245840623147452012-02-13T13:49:08.650+10:002012-02-13T13:49:08.650+10:00I could not agree with you more. I keep saying to ...I could not agree with you more. I keep saying to my husband (when he gently chides me for letting our 4 year old climb into bed with us) "He'll only be little for such a short time. I want to savour every single second of it. I want to savour it, and later on KNOW that I savoured it".TheThingsIdTellYouhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06864291645372635512noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2012078150698865015.post-24677382698620259182012-02-12T20:39:51.587+10:002012-02-12T20:39:51.587+10:00Great post Karlee. I like the idea of idle time wi...Great post Karlee. I like the idea of idle time with our kids. It all comes down to priorities, doesn't it - and our kids and family certainly are the main priority. The other stuff will always be there - our kids won't.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14049704032962492356noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2012078150698865015.post-32978193919189778362012-02-12T20:18:48.255+10:002012-02-12T20:18:48.255+10:00Great post Karlee - so much that you've writte...Great post Karlee - so much that you've written rings true for me. As a new Mum, I felt so much pressure to have it all together (clean house, timely dinners, same intense social schedule, keeping in touch with everyone back in Aus - it's amazing how time consuming emails/skype/blogs/facebook can be!) and after wearing myself out (and reading this poem) I realised that in the grand scheme of things, these things don't matter. The important thing is my son and husband and being with them; the pressure to 'have it all' was only coming from myself (and the pressure that I think society in general puts on Mums). This was what I read that gave me that lightbulb moment...<br /><br />"Mother, oh Mother, come shake out your cloth, Empty the dustpan, poison the moth, <br />Hang out the washing and butter the bread, <br />Sew on a button and make up a bed. <br />Where is the mother whose house is so shocking? <br />She's up in the nursery, blissfully rocking. <br />Oh, I've grown shiftless as Little Boy Blue <br />(Lullaby, rockaby, lullaby loo). <br />Dishes are waiting and bills are past due <br />(Pat-a-cake, darling, and peek, peekaboo). <br />The shopping's not done and there's nothing for stew <br />And out in the yard there's a hullabaloo <br />But I'm playing Kanga and this is my Roo. <br />Look! Aren't her eyes the most wonderful hue? <br />(Lullaby, rockaby, lullaby loo).<br />The cleaning and scrubbing will wait till tomorrow, <br />For children grow up, as I've learned to my sorrow. <br />So quiet down, cobwebs. Dust go to sleep. <br />I'm rocking my baby and babies don't keep."<br /><br />:-)la petite luluhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11227258025124298382noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2012078150698865015.post-39307491003417335642012-02-12T17:50:34.553+10:002012-02-12T17:50:34.553+10:00Lovely post Karlee so very true as well. It is ha...Lovely post Karlee so very true as well. It is hard to balance it all some daysRhianna https://www.blogger.com/profile/08015224038142499324noreply@blogger.com