my morning thoughts
Yesterday we laughed and watched them
through the glass window,
jump and twist and bend,
their tiny little bodies in leotards
trying hard to master new things
and pay attention to something
other than each other's hair ribbons.
Then someone started talking about junior high
and we wondered about their futures,
when concerns are so much bigger than
sparkly shirts and toy hamsters.
It's not that far away.
Will it be easier to navigate with the boy
who is rarely concerned about what others think?
A quiet child who leans toward moody
and cries easily about one thing,
but tries so hard to hide his real feelings
Or will she fare better?
The one who discusses every detail with us
and asks the big questions far too early,
who sings and skips, then yells and slams a door?
The child who hunts out the action in order to plant herself
squarely in the middle of it all?
I know some of you could wrap these thoughts up clearly
and find something wise to say.
But all I can do this quiet morning is focus
on my bowl of granola and a long to-do list
of the little tasks that might add up to a good day for us
and hope for the best.