To myself, as a younger mother
I know you don’t like hearing it.
It galls when in the trenches –
You are tired, worn out
Spent with the giving,
And the giving,
They are right,
Time does not stand still,
You will miss the closeness.
Time marches forward, unrelenting
And unsympathetic to your wants or needs.
You may not like to hear this – but it is just a season.