The Baby’s Way

Everything’s in the baby’s way

Whenever she wants to run and play;

It’s either a chair, table or door,

Or clutter all over the playroom floor.

When she starts to run she gets a bump

And we have to kiss her forehead plump,

And start her off with a smile to play,

And clear things out of the baby’s way.

Everything’s in the baby’s way,

She wants her do and wants her say;

She wants to do the things which are wrong,

And her will each day is growing strong,

And we try so gently to guide her right,

And ask the Father of all for light.

But to her who wants her do and say,

Everything seems in the baby’s way.

Everything’s in the baby’s way,

From morning till night, so babies say;

And so they are cross and fretful too,

And do the things they oughtn’t to do,

And their ways are not our ways at all,

And so they must cry and scold and fall;

But we turn a hundred times a day

And smile because it is “baby’s way”.

Sept. 2, 1899