So I am not a big poetry fan...but I came across this this week and had to save a copy. It affirms for me my decision to stop and take time to be with my childern and family right now. In no way by saying that am I trying to imply that mothers or fathers who work are not taking time and doing what is right for their family...because I don't believe there is only one way to be a "family". But for me I am ready to not have to worry and feel guilty about choosing how to manage my time so that I give some to work and more to my family.
Choose Life
"It used to be she had not time for
eating ice cream cones on frail afternoons
or wading barefoot thorugh tes parties.
Her time was spent in seriou hurry
and navy-blue practicals
with none left over
for wrapping rainbows around children's ankles.
When finally she saw
icicles dancing on the back of winter,
no one was listening for her clapping.
So...now she sits cross-legged in the snow,
hoping someong will come cartwheeling by
and touch her check.
O God, we shook the dust from our sandals once
and went on.
Now theat the scene's changed,
are we supposed to go back and get her?"
(Admittedly I don't yet get the last four lines)
But here's to wrapping rainbows around Georgia and Sawyers ankles, wading barefoot together and clapping for them all day long!
