what I tell myself on those really really really long tiring motherhood days….
Someday my house will stay clean.
Someday the dishes will be done and cereal not spilled on the floor.
Someday the juice box straw wrappers won’t be stuck to the counter.
Someday there won’t be swings to push.
Someday laundry will be small.
Someday I won’t be the one needed at three am.
Someday bedtime won’t have 32 steps until they’re finally asleep.
Someday I won’t have a little hand in my hand when we cross the street.
Someday there won’t be legoes underfoot.
Someday I won’t have to hear it’s not fair and it’s my turn and he got more.
Someday I won’t sit in a school pick up line wondering why the kid in front of me wasn’t ready to pop out of their car.
Someday there won’t be anyone jumping from stairs too high to the living room below.
Someday I’ll be able to sleep without an alarm.
Someday the house will be so so quiet.
Someday the throw pillows will stay on the couch.
Someday I won’t trip over boots in the entry way.
Someday the crayons won’t break and markers won’t lose their caps.
Someday I won’t hear mom mom mom mom mom mom mom mom.
Someday the bad dreams and thunder scares and tummy aches in the middle of the night will be done.
Someday there won’t be cries of I’m bored and there’s nothing to do and I’m starving.
Someday trips to Target will be lonely. And less expensive.
Someday there won’t be spelling words to drill and math facts to check.
Someday I won’t wait up for them to get back home.
Someday I won’t have to yell no sneaking pickles or don’t sneak food or don’t sass back.
Someday the paperwork and artwork and clutter on the counter will be gone.
Someday the fundraising will be over.
Someday the worry, well, the worry will probably stay.
Someday all the things that are on my plate today will be done.
Someday my calendar won’t be so crazy color-coded.
Someday my latte will stay hot and my showers uninterrupted.
Someday I will miss today.
Someday I will sit back and think that I did it.
Someday, but not today.
Because today, today isn’t someday.
Today I’m mothering.
read -> The Brave Art of Motherhood – my new book published by Penguin Random House which talks about how to embrace the someday with today and live with purpose and joy.
lost happy? make sure to read i forgot how to be the happy mom
to be reminded of motherhood love read i love you more than spilled milk
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Ok I shouldn’t have read this at work. I’m crying. Beautiful Rachel. You’re right, someday it will all be a memory. And I’m sure, in some way, we will miss it. Xo
The days are long but the years are short. And now I remind myself not to glamorize their toddler years because it was hard and even though I’d give anything for one more day, I remember being tired and overwhelmed too. Fun to watch them grow.
Love this. Love love love! Captures perfectly the wanting the littles to grow up w missing the littles when they finally do. Thank you.
Yes Tiffany it will be someday!!!!
My house is clean, I don’t carpool, no spelling words to study, no fundraising, the throw pillows are in place on the couch, I don’t wait up for anyone, and I MISS IT all so much.
Beautiful and moving post…My someday has come. Empty Nest is the ultimate oxymoron. I’ve already experienced how organized chaos morphs into loud stillness. My emotional state moves like a calm storm where I am certainly unsure if I’m cheerfully mournful or a mournful optimist. I try to be a cheerful pessimist. Some days I experience sad joy which is beautifully painful. Praying all those on the road to empty nest find grace in the grind.
Here is a look into the future from a mom who’s someday has been replaced with back in the day.
Would like a copy send to my email
Of “Someday” by Rachel. Thanks gina