Saturday, September 18, 2010

Time...

...goes by with every single tick-tock of the clock, never, ever, ever to be relived again. Sometimes it's a good thing. Sometimes it doesn't matter. But lately I'm realizing how precious time is.

One week old


Susannah is changing by leaps and bounds these days. She is quickly becoming a little toddler instead of a little baby. She's sitting up (supported) very well these days, sometimes even without support if she's positioned just right.

Five weeks old.

I guess it was about a month ago now that we went to some friends' house so Daniel could work on something for them. We were there way past Susannah's bedtime and I ended up holding her while she fell asleep. It was with great aching pangs to my heart that I realized it was the first time I'd held her while she fell asleep (aside from the first week when she slept through just about anything). I just automatically always put her in her bed awake and she always goes to sleep just fine on her own. That is a wonderful thing, and we purposely trained her to be able to go to sleep on her own. Not that I have ignored her going to sleep, I haven't. She gets lots of kisses from her Daddy and Mama at bedtime, but it had just never crossed my mind before to just sit and rock her sleep. I love rocking. I hope that when our house is big enough that we can have several rockers around to rock Susannah in. But if I don't do it now, it won't happen.

12 weeks old.


So tonight I did just that. She didn't fall completely asleep but she was pretty relaxed. I sat there rocking and humming, thinking that before I know it she's going to be 5... or 10... or 15 years old and rocking her to sleep will not happen anymore. Smelling her freshly washed skin, kissing her chubby baby cheeks, getting her slobbery "kisses," is not going to always be. And I want to take the time to soak them up and enjoy her preciousness. Our gift from God.

6 months old.

I want her to remember, way back in the cobwebs of her mind, being held by me and rocking. My house might not be clean. I used up the last pureed fruit today and didn't get any more made today. The floors need swept terribly bad. There are clothes hanging on the line.

"...so quiet down, cobwebs. And dust, go to sleep.
I'm rocking my baby, and babies don't keep."

6 comments:

Maria D. @ DownrightDomesticity said... [Reply to comment]

My mom had a plaque with that saying up on our wall while we kids were little. Love it!

I'm actually holding a sleeping baby right now. :-) Sleeping babies are so sweet!

Angie said... [Reply to comment]

Very sweet pictures! Yep, enjoy her while she's still so small. The time sure does fly by. It's really sad!!

Candi said... [Reply to comment]

so true...enjoy her :)

Elizabeth said... [Reply to comment]

Aw, I love that quote!

And I can't believe how big she's gotten already. When I think of you guys, I think of you snuggling a newborn still. And she's certainly NOT a newborn so I don't know what baby you're snuggling in my thoughts! :oP

30 by 30 said... [Reply to comment]

This post was so precious! It brought me to tears! Rock that baby as much as you can! You are a great mommy! :)

Sally said... [Reply to comment]

Don't remind me! I am sure I'm closer to the end of my baby days than the beginning, and there is a definite sadness. Don't remind me, I might start crying!