Every Friday we unite for five minutes to write on one word. Only five minutes, that's all we get, that's all we have. And then, right where we are, no edits or second-thoughts, we publish those words. This week, we write on leave.
There are moments,
there are times,
there are days,
when the shouting is too loud,
when the tantrums are one after the other,
when the two of you are constantly fighting,
or who gets to put out the napkins,
or who touched/pushed/hit who...
when all I want to do, is leave.
Leave it all behind.
the constant planning,
the to do lists
the balls all in the air,
And what would I miss?
What would I leave?
I would leave the nighttime routines.
I would leave the little girl that hugs me while reading and says "I love you mommy"
I would leave the family that on Sunday morning says "olive juice"
I would leave the little girl that holds my hand.
I would leave the little boy that screams for a hug (and a kiss).
I would leave the little boy that always reaches for me.
I would leave a family I fought for, wanted, begged to come to me.
I would leave the snuggles.
I would leave the smiles too.
I would leave the little girl that waits for me to say goodnight to her.
I would leave a little boy that has a two year old voice.
I would leave all the good,
I would leave the moments I will remember when I am dying, the ones that will stay with me forever.