I was in my usual manic, must get everything done before I can do A, B and C, when I looked across the room and looked at my son sitting quietly watching the TV. We don’t have it on very much in the day as I know how tempting it is to use it as a baby sitter, while I get on with my to do list, but today the weather was rotten and I had an even bigger list than usual so I popped it on for 10 minutes.
And then it struck me. Was the house really going to collapse if I didn’t empty the dishwasher? Did I really need to answer that email right now? Would anyone notice if I picked up all the play fruit scattered over the floor and arranged the play kitchen into an orderly fashion?
But would my son look back on the days we spent playing with dried rice in a tray on the kitchen floor? Would he relish in the moments sat reading a book together? and would I look back on these early years and remember the messy house, or would I smile at the times my boy and I chased each other round and played Peeka Boo till he was ready to curl up on my lap and nap?
Yes. Those were the memories I wanted to make.
The chores and to-dos could wait until our house filled up with the rest of the family, where I could sneak off and do my things while my husband could make his own happy memories with our boy. These years are over in a blink of an eye and when I looked across the room at my son, I knew it was time to slow down.
slow down mummy, there is no need to rush,
slow down mummy, what is all the fuss?
slow down mummy, make yourself a cup of tea.
slow down mummy, come spend some time with me.
slow down mummy, let’s pull boots on for a walk,
let’s kick at piles of leaves, and smile and laugh and talk.
slow down mummy, you look ever so tired,
come sit and snuggle under the duvet, and rest with me a while.
slow down mummy, those dirty dishes can wait,
slow down mummy, let’s have some fun – bake a cake!
slow down mummy, I know you work a lot,
but sometimes mummy, it’s nice when you just stop.
sit with us a minute,
and listen to our day,
spend a cherished moment,
because our childhood won’t stay!
~ R. Knight