27/11/2020
Mama, I see you.
I see you
decorating early
just to bring a little extra
sparkle and joy
into a year
where nothing
has felt normal.
I see you
getting out the glue,
the gingerbread,
the twinkle lights,
the hot chocolate,
(with a few extra marshmallows)
hoping it will fill
a tender void,
that holy place
reserved for grandpa hugs
and granny snuggles
and cousin giggles,
and auntie nonsense,
knowing it never will.
I see you tapping
into your reserve,
holding your tired
and panting heart,
trying to create magic
and connection
wherever and however
you can.
Trying to hold their little
world together (and yours)
with hope and optimism.
I see you
weighing your options,
never quite knowing
in this strange time
what is right
or truly
in the best interest of all.
I see you
caring for others you don’t know
or have never seen before,
gathering your inner resources
to show up in the world
as the person
your child needs to see right now.
I see you,
when everyone else is sleeping,
snuggled under a blanket,
gazing at the lights
on the Christmas tree,
finally able to rest,
praying for peace
while eating a bowl of cereal
or stale cookies.
You got this.
Joy is never buried far away
when we keep things simple,
and infused with love.
Take the pressure off
to do all or be all
and just do love.
That’s the real magic
and we all know it.
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