There Will Be Time
by Peggy O'Mara
There is time still for sitting in cafes in Paris sipping wine.
Time still for going to meet the guru.
There is time still.
Now I am caring for eternity.
Carrying bodies soft with sleep to beds of flowered quilts and pillows.
Answering cries deep out of nighttime fears.
Buckling shoes.
Opening doors.
Pretending.
My soul now is dwelling in the house of tomorrow.
Tomorrow there will be time for long leisurely conversations, for poems to write, and dances to perform.
Time still.
So I surrender now to them and this, knowing it is they who will teach me how to do it all.
And a special thanks to my partner in all things for my special gift, symbolic of our greatest adventure so far.
I think it's also important to remember that we are our children's most important models. We are their caregivers, but we can also model taking care of ourselves, others and our environment. Sage and I love to talk about all the things SHE and I are that make us unique. For starters, SHE is an artist, a dancer, a friend, a girl, a runner, a biker, a reader, a kitty lover, etc. MOMMY is a MOMMY, a reader, an animal lover, hiker, runner, gardener, etc. It's so easy to lose ourselves when we become mothers and as of late, I've realized that my loves and passions make me a better mother not an absent one. I believe indirect modeling influences them just as much as direct care giving, especially when done in a healthy balance. So anyways, love the poem but you can still be an amazing mother and drink wine in Paris!
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