what I miss

Thursday, January 5, 2012

I clean the stove, scrubbing the enamel white and grease-free.
Princess dresses whirl in from the dining room, ‘watch me twirl, Mama!’ I say, ‘I see!’ but sometimes I don’t really look.
A little busy bee follows behind, copying actions, echoing words, ‘watch, Mama!’ I don’t always turn around.
My organizationally challenged one begs my presence to display his clean and tiny desk. ‘See, Mama! See what I’ve done.’ I usually put him off until ‘later’.
And the quietest, the most easily lost, he won’t ask me to watch. He won’t demand my presence. He’ll just wait until I notice. And sometimes I don’t.

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