You've come a Long way, baby

Kindergarten starts tomorrow. Oh my goodness. 

After many weeks of anticipation, Larkin seems more excited than nervous. Today she colored a picture for her teacher, and she eagerly packed up her backpack even though her school supplies are already in her classroom. 

I have made her lunch, washed and (mostly) folded a load of laundry including the dress she picked out for her first day, double-checked her backpack, charged my camera battery and peeked in on her sleeping twice.

Now I'm all wound up and can't sleep, so I am watching Friends reruns and piddling around online. I came across this poem tonight on one of the mommy blogs I follow, and it really touched me. 

Both of my girls are growing up so fast. Have I spent enough time "blissfully rocking" to make the most of the time I have with them?

Song For a Fifth Child, by Ruth Hulburt Hamilton

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 shiftless as Little Boy Blue