There isn’t time for smiling eyes and toddling legs; fat fingers grasping loose Cheerios.
There isn’t time for “Uh-oh” cups of milk -thrown, giggling, to the just-mopped floor.
There isn’t time for biting kisses, hair-ripping hugs, or I-got-your-nose-Mommy.
There isn’t time for all the ‘helping,’ all the sighing; all the crying.
There isn’t time for childhood.
So go to work. There isn’t time.
©2021 Chel Owens
Chel Owens 
Make time, though. Whenever possible. The rewards are worth it.
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Sometimes I remind myself to just sit on the floor with my kids and completely engage.
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Must be great being a Mom???? I recall it from the paternal side- all the sighing, all the crying- and I’d wave goodbye and smirk off to work. (Man- what a jerk!)
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😀 There’s definitely some relief some days.
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Great poem Chelsea. Always time for them.
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❤ Thank you, Deb.
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Working mums. Never enough time in the day. 🙂
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🌞 You said it. 🌙
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Never enough time! Ever ever! No matter if you get a paycheck or not! 🥰
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🥰 A difficult lesson to learn.
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I still don’t have time! Ha
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🙂 A bit more time, though?
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In that I don’t get interrupted, yes! Oh wait! The 100 year old that lives here interrupts at the most inopportune times. Lol
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Ahhhh…the best times ever…what we miss in moments and milestones we cannot press replay…the moment is gone…as is my like button still but like I do 🙂 x
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😀 I’m sorry about the missing button but, yes, you’re right about moments and milestones.
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It’s difficult but one has to make time. They are grown and flown too soon.
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Yes, they are! 🐥
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I always made time for my kids because they are the ones who will have to wrestle me to the pavement after I get dementia and try to run away…
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This is, unfortunately, something I think about. 😀
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Yeah, me too. My dad just died of it a year ago. I had to stop in a neighborhood a few years ago and help a woman keep her dad from running off. There was nothing but terror in his eyes. He didn’t know his daughter. Fortunately, his wife arrived after ten minutes and I was on my way…
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My grandmother passed after having Alzheimer’s for many years. 😦
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Every mom can relate! It’s a wonderful time when children are young, but it’s difficult to wear all the hats a mom must wear. Great poem!
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❤ Thank you, Priscilla. You said it!
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I pushed the like button because I like the writing. Not at all fond of the fact that the truth of your poem stings deeply.
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Thank you. Yes, it’s a self-recriminating poem.
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Not enough time but mums like you will find it somehow. Great poem 🤗
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Thank you!
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Poignant.
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Thank you.
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