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Tell Me What It’s Like

Moms of big kids,
Tell me what it’s like.

Tell me what it’s like to sit down uninterrupted
with a cup of coffee in the morning
and not have to warm it up three times
before eventually forgetting it in the microwave altogether.

Tell me what it’s like to hold a conversation with your child at dinner
that doesn’t involve pointing and grunting
or spilled milk and thrown food
but just an extended conversation.

Tell me what it’s like to make a To-Do list
and cross at least one item off during the day.

Tell me what it’s like to say the magic words “Go get ready”
and see all your children scatter to their respective rooms
and actually get themselves ready without you needing to lift a finger.

Tell me what it’s like, moms of big kids.
Because these days as a mom of little kids…
well, these days aren’t easy.
I dream about what it’s like to be you.

Tell What it's Like | Twin Cities Moms Blog

Moms of little kids,
Remind me what it’s like.

Remind me what it’s like to
cradle your little one in your arms
because they are small enough to still fit there.

Remind me what it’s like to be able to stay put in the evenings
instead of hauling kids in all different directions
for sports
and school programs
and sleepovers.

Remind me what it’s like to listen to your child’s big worries,
which consist of getting sucked down the bathtub drain,
losing their blanket,
or having to share a toy,
instead of concerns over peer pressure, grades, dating, and college.

Remind me what it’s like to ask your child what’s wrong
and get an honest answer
because they are not trying to hide their feelings,
believing they should because they are grown up now
and surely “you wouldn’t understand”.

Remind me what it’s like, moms of little kids.
Because these days as a mom of big kids,
well, these days aren’t easy.
I dream about what it’s like to be you.

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1 comment

Misty Harper-Anderson March 22, 2018 at 10:31 AM

This is a beautiful poem that includes so much truth. Don’t we always wish to have what we don’t? I have learned in recent years to treasure the moments instead of wishing them away. I have loved every stage of being a mama. This weekend, my oldest child will move into her own apartment for the first time. This mama is having to let go. I am thankful for every moment I have with my children…the tears and laughter, the joy and sorrow, the frustration…sometimes even anger and satisfaction in seeing them make right choices.

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