10 tiny fingers and 10 tiny toes
When I worked in early years I used to make hand print pictures with the children in my care with a poem attached,
There used to be so many
Of my finger prints to see
On furniture and walls and things
From sticky, grubby me.
But if you stop and think awhile
You’ll see I’m growing fast
these little moments disappear
You can’t bring back the past.
So here is a small reminder
to keep, not throw away
Of tiny hands and how they looked
to make you smile someday.
This morning, as the sun shone though my patio doors. I noticed lots of little buttery hand prints all over the glass, and it made me think of that poem and as I looked at those smudged fingers I was reminded of how quickly our babies grow.
So instead of rushing to get a cloth and some window cleaner, we got our shoes on and went to the park instead. The housework can wait till tomorrow, for today I’m making memories with my baby.
Thats a lovely poem. Ive long since given up on keeping my patio windows handprint free 🙂
This is such a lovely sentiment, I just realised we’ve got frames footprints from our eldest, but not our youngets, oh dear 🙁 I think i know what crafts we will be doing this week! #eatsleepblogrt
What a lovely poem! I’ll try to remember that when I see little toddler peanut butter fingerprints on my cream coloured couch! #EatSleepBLogRT
This is such a beautiful post and so true. We had a similar poem come back from nursery once and it made me cry! Need to cherish these grubby little fingerprints while we can! #EatSleepBlogRT
so gorgeous, it goes by so fast, I still remember Aspens tiny hands and now although she is just 12 her hands and feet are as big as mine and it won’t be long and she will be taller than me! #eatsleepblogRT
So sweet and lovely! They grow to quickly! #eatsleepblogrt!
This is a really lovely post, very sweet! #eatsleepblogrt