You ask me if we can have movie night.
I refer to the unwashed dishes,
the laundry waiting to be folded
and put away,
the floors begging to be washed.
You laugh at me and say to me
in my own words of wisdom,
“Isn’t family time the most important?”
So the workload waits.
Memories are created.
Tired eyes.
Happy heart.
The story of motherhood;
of life.

When I ask my coworker how he’s feeling,
he says ‘I’m alive.”
In my car I sing along to
Eli Levin’s Al Tirah song,
reminding myself of what is important;
what really matters.
So when I don’t need the 15% off at Kohls,
I give it to another mom
and see her eyes light up.

That is the way of the world;
to constantly balance what is important
over the mundane.
And to be grateful to be
alive
with so many blessings,
among them
the ability to give
to others
and to ourselves
at the same time.