but this isn't all about my stuffs. it's about life as a mom in a two-mom-two-daughter family, the occasional tutorial, poem, rant, and well, whatever I feel like posting, really... I'm Jonah, 39 year old mom of 10 year old D and 6 year old B (leaving names out to please 41 year old internet-information-conscious wife C) as well as 4 cats,and 3 fishies... a house of all girls, except 2 wee furry feline boys.
Friday, May 16, 2014
my heart, divided
last lullaby ended
sounds of deep breathing
little breaths
i press your warm little fingers
to my lips
my heart fills
my throat closes and
chokes on a
sadness
and love
and regret
i'm sorry, little one
for raising my voice
despite knowing
today
as every day
that it won't be
the solution
sorry
that i'm not filled
every moment
with the wonder and marvel
that is parenthood
sorry
that i choose,
occasionally,
to miss out
to give up opportunity
choose, occasionally,
time just for me
sorry
that i haven't perfected
happily laughing through
each tantrum
each meltdown
each disagreement
each "accident"
despite each parent
each relative
each friend
each stranger
each book
each magazine
each poster
each advertisement
each website
each tv show
telling me
reminding me
scolding me
flaunting wisdom and
perfection
reminding me
reminding me
reminding me
that these days will end
that they will be missed
opportunities dwindle
clock ticks by
reminding me
reminding me
that you will grow
and not want
the attention
that you now crave
now demand
now require
now expect
each minute
each hour
with every breath
reminding me
that you will one day
before i know it
leave me
and the middle-of-the-night calls
that wake me from my dreams
that tear me from soft warm bed
pillow
blanket
solitude
that we negotiate
plead
beg
hope
will end
may actually
do just that...
...disappear
the cuddles
snuggles,
caresses
stolen in the single-digit
early hours
1am, 2, 3....
whispers of
"I love you mommy"
tight grasp of hands
tucking of tiny toes
into warm folds of flesh
my heart fills
my throat closes
and chokes
as i listen to you breathe
deeply
rhythmically
sweetly
that every moment
can not be perfection
can not be appreciated
for the miracle that it is
for the wonder
for the special
that my patience
is not limitless
that my temper
can not always hold at bay
this tearing of my heart
keeping myself
and losing myself in you
this conflict
tug-of-war
between
needing my space
and
needing you
so many labels
so many words
so many emotions
so much of myself
given in the single word:
mommy.
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