I'm sure many of you already know this poem - but if you don't, hormone warning, I can't read it without crying and alternately smelling and smooching Eliot's little head! Enjoy, lovely Mamas
Babies Don’t Keep
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...