Day 25

The Inner Life of a Four Year Old's Mom
(or: Sunday Afternoon Before Date Night)

From the kitchen I hear sounds of happiness,
squealing, laughter, giggles. I imagine the game
being played in Remy's room, but now is not
the time for me to join in. I'm taking a moment
to myself, because I can. It's lovely, this moment,
the washing machine and dryer on (but not needing
my attention yet), the happy squealing. The love
I can feel reverberating all through the house.
This moment is recharging my inner batteries,
helping me get through the screeching, temper tantruming
ones. I focus my attention on this moment
while it is here, because here is where I rest.