Monopoly and The Game Called Life, pieces, missing, lost and found. Drops of milk and cracker crumbs.
Muddy shoes and sandy sheets. Puppy poop, chewed on bones. Dirty undies, and piled up laundry.
Spots gone splattered on mirrors of last nights teeth being brushed, and forgotten. Plates half eaten, beds not made.
Disposed Halloween costumes and makeup messes. The salty towels, the still damp suits, the overnight bag that didn’t even get used. The signing of homework, the making of lunches, the
drop off’s, the pick ups, the -“on a scale of one to ten how was your day”? The schedules, the
wake ups, the sleep in’s, the disciplining, resets, the negotiating, the bargaining, the trading.
The disappointments the excitements. The cuddles the quarrels. The discoveries and the
phasing outs. The kandamas, the bottle flips. The hungry moments, the picky moments, the
hilarious moments. The bedrooms that accumulate stuff. My closet with clothes and bathrobes,
strewn, desk with bills pending my payment. The putting on planes, the kisses goodbye, the
hugs, hello… the juggling of it all.
What will I remember of these days that are flying by so fast in front of my perceived
perception? These days that take me in totality and leave me with nothing but a volumonous
and impregnanted heart. These days that submerge me and smother me with decisions that
must be made. These days that I didn't know I asked for and still wonder how to do. What will
become of me when they're all grown up. When they no longer want me to hold them and tickle
their back. When they don't need a tuck in, a chauffer, a monitor. When they don't want me to
constantly watch them and their cartwheels.
Who will I be, what will I do? When I finally have all that time now I don’t think I posses? The
space I crave, the time I covet, the freedom I lust after. Will I cry and shrivel in a recognized
loss? Will I celebrate and transform into the next chapter of my true essence of that time? I
pray for the latter and in the meantime I will gobble, and relish, devour and delight in these
creatures that came through me despite how demanding the moments that come and go may
be or seem. All I know is, it will all change, and that is all I know.