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Sometimes I know what to expect.
I think I know, at least.
What my children will do today.
Who they will be, for today.
But they change all the time.
When I’m not looking, they grow.
And suddenly: they are new again.
Not just the little ones, either.
New skills, new abilities, new patience.
After a hundred reminders: “Yes, please.”
Or, “I’d like the next turn.”
Or, “Would you like to play?”
Not: “No no no no AAAAAAAAH!”
The end of an unexpected day:
All the children, asleep by eight.
How did that happen, I wonder?
It’s the growing. Tires them out.
It’s the playing, makes them rest.
It’s the becoming. Who they are.
More of who they will be.
I did not see it coming.
And yet… I did. I knew.
I just forgot to expect it.
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Your turn! The unexpected. Six words. As many (or as few!) times as you like.
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This is harder than it seems! I really like how you did this. It’s very, very, very, very, beautiful.
I especially love the six smileys.
That was a clever touch, indeed.
why do I create at night
when I need my sleep desperately
so I won’t be cranky, troubled
due to the lack of sleep.
but ideas pop like thrilling revelations
are they good these night time revelations?
I hope so because I am
going forward and I won’t stop.
Me too! Always, late at night. Always.
I’m not creative in the mornings.
Might be related to sleepless nights…
The aches and pains of days
and nights of growing, stretching, reaching
to be our best selves always
The sweet surprise of forgiving children
when we fail, yell or scream
The sweet surprise of a hug
a kiss to a teary cheek
The sweet surprise of remembering again
that tomorrow is indeed another day
My best self appears only momentarily.
Or at least that’s my fear.
But sweet surprises do astonish, repeatedly.
And tomorrow will be another day.
A sheepish grin, a hesitant smile,
What are you up to now?
No one ever knows the answer.
Momma, do you like my drawing?
I do, son. Always. I do.
I love everything that you create.
A bear hug, a sloppy kiss,
My heart swells, a proud Momma.
I get teary while folding laundry.
He gives affection when he remembers.
I take what I can get,
Always hoping for moments like this.
All that they create. Always loved.
That made me smile this afternoon.
Because it is not only art. What they create. Not only art.
One dollar for each no. Yes!
You will soon be rich, woman.
Seconds seem to sometimes last minutes
Minutes can feel like unending hours
Hours are often an endurance test
The day might occasionally stretch forever
But the years, they fly by
So little time, so soon grown
And oh, how hard to grasp!
I want to appreciate every breath. But it’s a challenge to remember. There are just so many moments!
Not six words, but: anybody know why our links list is so very squished together?
You are more creative than I
Six words is hard to do
Or my brain is just fried
I keep wanting to count syllables
This isn’t haiku, though, I remind
Well look at that, I rhymed
Super extra bonus points for rhyming!
It was unexpected how very quickly
I wrote in six word chunks,
only now I can’t stop. Sigh.
Sorry to get you hooked like that.
It’s addictive, I know. I apologize.
Perhaps we should all try a new conceit:
six-word pentameter lines. Or barring that
we’ll fly together up to Jupiter.
Gadzooks! I didn’t think I really could.
I won’t even try! You rock.
if you head over to my
blog you will find that i
gave you a nifty lil award
the ver sa tile blog ger
because that’s you: many, varied, multifarious
“Multifarious” looks almost like “nefarious.” Excellent.
Also: thank you, so very much.
Sitting in front of the computer
Saturday night, but not THAT Saturday
I’m more than a week behind
On my entire freaking life. Sigh.
But yet it feels so great
To sit still for a moment
And read blog after lovely blog
A week behind. I hear you.
Hope you had a relaxing weekend…
clumsy, sweet, innocent toddler sibling love
Said 10 week old “waah waah”
said she to he “its okay”
We’re going to Nana’s, be happy”
While gently gently stroking his brow
Sweet siblings: swoon! I *heart* this.