I had to have a Boppy

I thought I had to have a Boppy,
Found the crib bumper sublime,
Figured a mirror contraption for the car
Would somehow ease her crying.

I couldn't live without that certain
Travel system I adored,
But only for the fabric's pattern,
Thoughts for value unexplored.

I have a meshy handled thingy
For holding chunky foods -
"Keeps baby from choking"
- I have yet to use.

I sort and organize
The play food and dishes every night
Only to watch them dumped each morning,
Such is a mother's plight.

I keep wet wipes in my purse,
In the car and 'round the house.
There isn't a single place
That I'd be found without.

I think in terms of nap times
And how long since she last ate.
I vaguely remember freedom
And sleeping eight hours straight.

I spend my days submerged
In heaps of tiny clothes
Washing, sorting, packing away
For such little repose -
For as soon as something's folded
You can bet a sneaky hand
Will come and throw it on the ground
- I know she understands.

I have a million burp clothes
And not-a-one to spare,
Sippy cups spill from my cupboard,
McToys beyond our share.
Wipes warmers, Chicco strollers,
Toys in every room,
Changing tables, matching bed sets,
Store-bought Halloween costumes,
So many things I fancy are
Nonessentials galore
I've found parenting necessities
Cannot be purchased from a store.

I was so clueless with Babe inside
When we did our registry!
I am so thankful that
The Lord gives Mothers what they need.