This stage won’t last forever.

They tell me the years do fly.

The rolls and burps and giggles.

Are quickly passing by.

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There are days I feel frustration

I wish I could do more.

Sometimes I feel defeated

I’m weak and a failure I’m sure.

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Will I ever have more time?

Will I ever get more sleep?

How do I care for this baby

When I struggle to care for me?

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But dear sweet friend, remember

These years are quickly gone

Dear sweet friend, please listen

You are not doing it wrong.

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This chubby, drooly baby

Whom you love with all your heart

Will one day spread his wings

And the two of you will part.

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He’ll carry your groceries and hold the door

And make you so very proud.

He’ll seek God’s face and share his faith

And bravely he’ll stand out.

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Dear sweet friend, you’ll then have time

To do whatever you please.

You’ll be more rested; your house all clean

But now you’re starting to see.

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You just might miss this precious time

This season is nearly gone.

So snuggle that baby and thank the Lord

For making you a Mom.