There are days that creep by slowly.
Morning comes before my eyes are ready
and bedtime comes long after it’s due.
I find the clock one time too many,
linger in a chair long enough to want to stay,
bury myself in stickers on walls and princess clothes,
gather train tracks and crumb covered fingers,
and manage to breathe it all in.
Because these days that drift, long after they should have cascaded along?
They tumble into years,
into high chairs in storage and cribs coming down,
into preschool cubby holes and toothless grins,
into giddy sleepovers and asking for car keys,
into a quiet life of wondering…
how they ever blurred passed at all.
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Jennie B says
*sniff* A good reminder on a day that couldn’t end quick enough.
Awww. I love this! You write amazing posts.
Beautiful Post! And so true!
Like I tell ya, “pre-mourning.”
I’m like my therapist to myself these days, “but they’re still with you now.”
It is so true. I think it’s a universal mom feeling. The older they get, the less they seem to need you, and the less you feel like a mother.
But they really never stop needing you, and you never stop being a mother. You only mother differently.
Not Just Another Mother Blogger! says
Excellent poem. It made me get all teary!
Thanks, I needed to read this today. I have been pulling my hair, going crazy today and I see it in a different light now.
OMG that was beautiful.
I am at that place right now, my baby growing from a tiny infant to a big girl. A one year old in just two weeks.
This was so perfect for how I’m feeling.
Joey @ Big Teeth & Clouds says
This is a beautiful way to put that feeling that the days go slow but the years go fast. I love it!
So sad to say…been there, done that, and you can’t have those seconds, minutes, hours or days back. Just watch in amazement as your adult children flourish and find their own way in this world.
blueviolet @ A Nut in a Nutshell says
I’m here to tell you that this is the TRUTH! I can’t even believe it’s all passed me by already. 🙁
I think I need to print this out and post it where I can read it as a reminder. Beautiful!
So fast, so simple, so beautiful. xoxo
Galit Breen says
Yes. the years go by *just* like this. This was beautiful friend. Sob, sniffle. 🙂
Some days feel like they take forever and others seem to fly by. I can’t believe the changes I see in my kids each day.
d, the undomestic housewife says
Aww.. he’s soo cute.
Beautiful post Jessica.. Absolutely beautiful.
Some days I wish would S L O W down and then others, like yesterday, not so much! Lovely simple beautiful piece.
Jen Currier says
Beautiful words to express what many of us feel! Love the pic of your happy, smiling little man. All we can do is soak it all in as best we can, right? oxox
Ashley Sisk says
Beautiful post – sometimes I just want to live in slow motion so I can soak it all in.
This is so sweet and SO true!
It’s so very true. I took my oldest three to a basketball game last night and while it was a total blast, part of me was sad that they aren’t little anymore. They are big kids and so independent. It’s a bittersweet thing, this parenting gig. Beautiful words.
Oh, you know I love this….and I totally get it.
The journey that is motherhood never ceases to amaze me. There are days that seem to drag by so slowly, but then there have been years that passed in a blink of an eye.
This fall? My youngest will be started kindergarten and my oldest will be a freshmen in high school. Where did the time go?
That is beautiful. I love the swing picture in your header!
It’s crazy how sometimes it seems like it goes so slow, yet so fast. I still can’t believe my youngest is 16 months. I looked at a picture of Lanagan as a baby the other day, then glanced at him and I was amazed at how much he’d grown & changed. It does really fly by…
Lynn MacDonald (All Fooked Up) says
They go so fast…sometimes, I really miss how simple it all was!
This is so very true. Sadly some of those days for me are so long ago I can barely remember, yet at the time I thought they would never pass. Sometimes those extra long days aren’t the worst.