For mammies who are anxious about going back to a chaotic routine tomorrow, Maria Rushe's poem is a must-read.
I’m not one for New Year’s Resolutions. You all know that I hate the ‘New Year, New You’ rhetoric. I hate the constant stream of “You need to change” and “You are not enough” marketing that is prevalent throughout the 83 days of January.
I’m pretty sure that in reality, we’re all already doing our best and so, deciding to change EVERYTHING in January is really unnecessary and generally futile.
With that in mind, while I don’t make resolutions as such, of course I think of January as a new start, full of opportunity and possibility. There’s nothing wrong with that is there?
And today, as we sit on the Sunday of “where are the fricken Ties?” and “Where did you put the school shoes?” And “WHY is this lunchbox still in this bag!?”; tottering on the brink of routine, I’m already anxious about how suddenly busy life will become again from 7am tomorrow.
And then I read this.
I wrote it a few years ago. I read it quite often.
As the Christmas break comes to an end and we Mammies take a breath, getting ready to begin to chaos of spinning all the plates again, it does us good to sometimes remember that sometimes, even when we feel like we’re running against time, we should appreciate it.
I am Some Time, Sometimes Mum
We’ve “no time” for dancing, We’ve “no time” to sing.
We can’t play that game or go play on the swing.
There’s washing and cooking and things to be done
And sometimes the last thing we think of is fun.
And this is all normal and life does get busy,
But if it’s so hectic it’s making you dizzy,
It’s time to consider the things that mean more,
The small things we all take for granted, I’m sure.
Like breathing and laughing and reading and such,
Like the fact that our lives are each made up of much,
Much more than our jobs or our grades or successes.
They’re made up of giggles and family and messes,
Of routines and drop-offs, of friends and of breaks,
Of worries and stresses, of plans and heartaches.
If we knew every morning, what would lay ahead,
There are mornings we’d probably stay in our beds.
But know, we do not. Of nothing we’re sure,
Except that we’re here and have one morning more.
So take all the compliments, laugh all the time,
Always give hugs and sometimes drink wine.
Build all the jigsaws, take all the smiles.
Walk in the countryside, drive one more mile,
Say if you’re sorry, cry if you’re sad,
Don’t waste time fighting. Fighting is bad..
Look at the sky and take time to see
The colours and patterns, reflect on the sea.
Don’t waste time worrying about what MAY be
Think of your present. Enjoy memories.
Follow your dreams, Make all the plans,
Never let anyone tell you you can’t.
And while we have problems and things might go badly,
Remember that others would swap with us gladly.
So if you love someone, please make sure that you say;
Tell them and give them memories to replay,
Because we just never know when that last hug or kiss
is being given. So make sure it’s one you don’t miss.
Breathe it all in and live life as you must,
Be kind and polite and remember to trust.
Travel and wonder and read all the books
See all the beauty we’d see if we looked.
When life is good, live it, and take every chance
And never look back wishing that you had danced.
Leave “no song unsung and no wine untasted”
For time spent being happy is never time wasted.
So play all the games and run to the swing
And always make time to dance and to sing.
(Maria Rushe 2018)