I’m the Mom sitting next to you in carpool line.
Sap all over my car,
Can’t remember the last time I washed it.
Achieved a really nice degree in school,
More than one actually,
Worked in my field until 31
So, I could drive this sappy old Honda
Run my errands,
Stop and grab a box of pizza,
Devour half in carpool line.
Then give it to the kids.
Can’t wait to hear how their day went.
I hear your anxiety.
I know it’s pull too well.
I have lived in its drowning waters
I wonder which mom I will be tomorrow.
I believe I’m here to stay.
Occasionally my toe dips into that cold dark water.
Familiarity sends me back
Back to Sunshine
The Sunshine of Daily Imperfection
And it’s comfortable balance.
Yes, here is where I must stay
Seeking to be here
Knowing this moment.
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