In my phone there is a list
Of all the little projects I’d like to do.
Photo books, and re-potting plants,
Making puzzles, and re-organising cupboards too.
I started it three years ago,
Before belly swollen my babe arrived.
But I’ve found it’s gathered dust,
Much like the junk in the draw I hide.
And I have the best intentions,
Yes I’d love to see these through.
But these were hopes and aspirations,
When there were just us two.
Now reality looks much different.
And these things don’t fill my time.
The list grows a little every year,
Remaining a mountain yet to climb.
Instead my day is filled to the brim,
With things that never make the list.
Changing, feeding, teaching, caring,
Cooking, cleaning, more I’ve missed.
These listless things play tricks with time,
Speeding it up, some days slowing it down.
It can feel like I’ve got nothing done,
If I don’t stop to look around.
At all the things done everyday,
Without a second thought.
The importance of it all lost,
In the ‘more’ I’ve often sought.
Because while I have a list of projects,
I’d really love to get done,
In these short years I’ve achieved more than ever,
In my new role as mum.
