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All I Did Today

At the end of the day
I'm
looking
back
on
today
and realizing...
...
...
...
...all I did.
And I think it as a prayer.

All I did today was play with my kid
Who is lonesome for attention and cries when I leave the room
for any reason.
He needs people
or he gets scared.
So
We read stories like The Pout-Pout Fish
and Mama, Do You Love Me?
and Oh, The Places You'll Go!
The best part was when I got out the pop-up book
The Wide-Mouthed Frog
and with each animal that leapt out of it's pages
my son's squeals of joy increasingly got louder.

That's about all I did today, Lord.

I did a few other things.
Like I put the laundry in,
it's tripled since having a baby
because now I wear at least two outfits a day
and so does the little bean himself
because babies
are messy
and they like to share
the mess.

It's not folded.
The laundry, I mean.
But that's what tomorrow's for.

Oh...
I fed him zucchini-corn-pear puree,
which he spat all over himself and the counter
and got it in his hair and sloshed it on his thights
and all over his face, through gummy grins
grins that melted my heart
at first I was bothered,
which was wrong.
But then I realized how cute it was
and that he's never learned to eat before
so I oughta go easy on him.

It's not much to the world,
It's not prestigious...
But I get it, that doesn't matter in the end.

You asked me to love
to mother
to care
to feed
to educate my little man
So that's what I did.

There are things left unscrubbed
there are texts unanswered
there are jobs unaccepted
there are plans on the shelf
but there's a kid that's sleeping in bed
after a day full of one-on-one time
and giggles while we sang "how much is that doggy in the window."
And I feel that you're happy with that,
so I will be too.

That's all I did today.


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