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Help w/ a Quote

There's a quote about when your children are all grown you'll be regreting time lost w/ them and won't be wishing you'd spent more time cleaning the house

Obviously in a much more poetic way...

Does anyone know what I'm talking about? Can you help me find it? I've tried every which way I can think of to google for it; but am not finding it.

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beachmamaof2

Asked by beachmamaof2 at 11:45 PM on Mar. 21, 2011 in Just for Fun

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  • I am on it, hold on I will try
    LeJane

    Answer by LeJane at 11:53 PM on Mar. 21, 2011

  • TY!!

    All I can find is the one liner about equating cleaning to shoveling snow in the middle of a blizzard and while that's certainly funny - I'm looking for the more poetic it's more important to spend time w/ your kids(family) than to worry about every last dust bunny. =)
    beachmamaof2

    Comment by beachmamaof2 (original poster) at 11:56 PM on Mar. 21, 2011

  • I am having a hard time cracking the key words. qoutesandsayings.com is where I am using the master search engines. I am finding some awesome quotes. :-) Just not the one that you are looking for. Just keep hacking a few key words and you might be able to find it. If not, let me know and I will write one for you. Hugs !!
    LeJane

    Answer by LeJane at 12:10 AM on Mar. 22, 2011

  • Song for a Fifth Child

    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 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 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).

    The cleaning and scrubbing will wait till tomorrow,
    for 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.


    by R
    pammomof9

    Answer by pammomof9 at 8:45 AM on Mar. 22, 2011




  • by Ruth Hulburt Hamilton
    pammomof9

    Answer by pammomof9 at 8:46 AM on Mar. 22, 2011

  • Is it the one that starts out "My hands were busy through the day, I didn't have the time to play ... " and ends something like "I wish I could go back and do all the things you asked me to" ...?
    FootballMom85

    Answer by FootballMom85 at 8:50 AM on Mar. 22, 2011

  • Not sure if this is it but I'll share anyway.

    TO MY GROWN UP SON

    My hands were busy through the day
    I didn't have much time to play.
    The little games you asked me to
    I didn't have much time for you.
    I'd wash your clothes, I'd sew and cook
    but when you'd bring your picture book
    And ask me please to share your fun
    I'd say "a little later, son".
    I'd tuck you in all safe at night
    And hear your prayers, turn out the light
    Then tip toe softly to the door
    I wish I'd stayed a minute more.
    For life is short, the years rush past
    A little boy grows up so fast.
    No longer is he at your side
    His precious secretes to confide.
    The picture books are put away
    There are no longer games to play
    No good-night kiss, no prayers to hear
    That all belongs to yesteryear.
    My hands once busy, now are still
    The days are long and hard to fill
    I wish I could go
    FootballMom85

    Answer by FootballMom85 at 9:40 AM on Mar. 22, 2011

  • I believe it was first published in an Ann Lander's column. My mom gave me a copy over 20 years ago.
    FootballMom85

    Answer by FootballMom85 at 9:41 AM on Mar. 22, 2011

  • Sorry:

    I wish I could go back and do
    The little things you asked me to.
    FootballMom85

    Answer by FootballMom85 at 9:42 AM on Mar. 22, 2011

  • A hundred years from now, it will not matter what your bank account balance was, the sort of house you lived in, or the kind of car you drove, but the world may be different because you were important in the life of a child.
    1smartcookie

    Answer by 1smartcookie at 12:41 PM on Mar. 22, 2011

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