There is no rush.
Take this moment to pause, breathe.
When you’re yelling at the kids
to hurry up and get in the car already,
I told you 100 times
Why can’t you be ready!
Mama’s going to be late, again!
Notice, for just a
the miracle that is your daughter who
is already an inch taller than she was last month
twirling and spinning down the sidewalk
shouting/singing that annoying song from Frozen
in her lovely childish voice.
Yesterday she asked what does buffoonery mean? And
long story short? And why is there anything, mama? Why
are there things instead of nothing? Why are we
And you caught your breath
and blinked away
the sudden tears.