Call me.
With the noise
The baby crying
The argument over putting on his socks
The Bat Cave falling over
“But I can’t find LIGHTENING
MCQUEEN”
The fries are burning
“It’s too cold!”
You’re late getting out the door and
you’re frazzled
Someone fell asleep on the couch just
as it’s time to go
“Did you have an accident?”
Someone yelling
Where’s the milk?
Mamaaaamaamama…
I want to hear all of it
I cannot do anything from here
I cannot put on socks or clean up the
puddle or soothe the crying baby
I cannot even talk to you. I know
you can't talk now.
But let me bear silent witness to the
mess, to the glorious mess of this family, our family, our lives.
Allow me to bear witness to your
struggle and your triumph.
Call me.
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