After a day of three children quizzing, a husband and son coaching quizzers, the youngest going to school as usual, the two middle ones going out for supper with their quiz team, the oldest being in charge of some youth plans, and the driver with the permit driving the rest of us to town, my mind went in the direction of this poem. Sometimes I'm pretty sure the diapers and night feeding had their own places where they were a breeze.......
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As a Middle Aged Mom,
My life is a breeze --
So much that there once was
Has passed into ease.
No diapers,
No nursing,
No cries in the night.
No feeding,
No clothing,
No soothing the fright.
No bathing,
No teething,
No toddlers who bite.
No rocking,
No bouncing,
No settling at night.
Of course there are new things,
In Middle Aged life --
Five stages to mother;
One husband to 'wife'.
New scholars,
New shavers,
New youth out at night.
New quizzers,
New freedoms,
New drivers; what fright!
New thinkers,
New talkers,
New questioning right.
New dreamers,
New planners,
New challenge alright.
As a Middle Aged Mom,
I have a suspicion.
This 'ease' that we speak of
Is false contradiction!
Calling Mom life a breeze,
Is only to jest.
How 'bout we embrace it,
That each stage is best?
1 comment:
Well said!!! From another middle aged mom of 6;)
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