Seven movement masterpiece

Sometimes having a baby makes it feel like there is no time for anything but to hold your little one:

Feeding

Feeding Burping

Feeding Burping Changing

feeding Burping Changing Cooing

Feeding Burping Changing Cooing Fussing            

Feeding Burping Changing Cooing Fussing Rocking

Feeding Burping Changing Cooing Fussing Rocking Sleeping

Feeding Burping Changing Cooing Fussing Rocking Sleeping Walking

Burping Changing Cooing Fussing Rocking Sleeping Walking

Changing Cooing Fussing Rocking Sleeping Walking

Cooing Fussing Rocking Sleeping Walking

Fussing Rocking Sleeping Walking

Sleeping Walking

Walking

Though the order may change,

The motions are the same.

Regardless of time,

Regardless of day,

My life

And the life of my baby's

Is made up of the same movements

Over and

Over and

Over again.

It is exhausting

For both of us.

I sometimes long for a change...Does he?

But then I remember that

Music is made

Using the same seven notes in variation.

And only twenty-six letters combine

To create poems, plays, and masterpieces.

I realize that monotony can create miracles.

So I will go through the motions with my baby

And we will dance

Through the pages

Of our own story.

                                                                                                                                                     

This is from a book called - unlikely Truths of motherhood,
and was recently quoted by someone special.