While he practices climbing up the stairs
and going down again for the tenth time today.

While I stand beside her as she misses the connection
on the buckles of her car seat
over and over before she finally gets it right.

While I listen as he tells
a never-ending, seemingly plotless story.

While she takes ten minutes
to pick out a pair of shoes,
even though we are running five minutes late.

While he sounds out a word
letter by letter
from our last book of the night.

I want to step in,
to do it for them myself,
to be done with it,
to move on already.

I also want
to have patience,
to be loving,
to be dispensable one day –
as much as a mother can be –
because they are able
to problem solve
on their own.

I stop myself
from interrupting their process.
I breathe in and out.
This is God’s time, I say.
This is their time, I say.
One and the same, I remember.

  • Michelle

    Love this. Like really, really, really love this.

    May 25, 2014 at 2:36 pm
    • Anne Flavin

      Thanks, Michelle. xo

      May 25, 2014 at 3:03 pm
  • I had to look up the word Kairos. Thanks for teaching me a new word and for capturing motherhood, once again, with your poetry.

    May 26, 2014 at 3:17 pm
  • annie

    A wonderful reminder. I will tuck this somewhere to read when I’m feeling like I have no more patience for these moments!

    May 27, 2014 at 3:10 pm

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