Day One of Thankfulness

I have decided to let the Cuddler borrow my blog for a little while to discuss what she is thankful for this season.

From the Cuddler: I am thankful for my girlfriends. No two are alike. Some came into my life during high school, some college, a couple in law school and others are more recent additions. I have some that are aggressive and some that passive, some that are sweet as pie and some that are, well, a little more like me. Each is supportive in their own unique ways. After my recent post about having it all, two of those special friends sent me these encouraging words.

From Julia:

Song for a Fifth Child
By Ruth Hulburt Hamilton

Mother, oh mother, come shake out your cloth,
Empty the dustpan, poison the moth,
Hang out the washing and butter the bread,
Sew on a button and make up a bed.
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
(Lullaby, rockaby, lullaby 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 and there’s a hullabaloo
But I’m playing Kanga and this is my Roo.
Look! Aren’t her eyes the most wonderful hue?
Lullaby, rockaby, lullaby loo).

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. Babies don’t keep.

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My friend, Katie, sent me this great article.

At night when I say my prayers, I thank God for meeting my need for girlfriends.

Thank you.

Love, the Cuddler