Today I looked in the mirror and saw the child within.
She giggled behind pudgy little hands, her eyes alight with glee, dancing on two little feet as she gazed at me.
“What will we do today?” she asked in her singsong voice.
Can we wear our red dress with Dorothy’s red shoes?
Can we skip and play as we go about our day?
“No” I said.
We have too much to do.
We have to take the boys to school, than off we go about our day.
The bills will not wait,” I say.
Oh that’s ok. We’ll make friends along the way. We’ll laugh and chat as we skip along. The sun is bright, let’s not delay!
“No. No.” I say.
No laughing or chatting.
It’ll pull us away from what must be done today.
We can’t skip either. We’re too grown for that. What will the people say?
The girl in the mirror stopped mid step.
She seemed perplexed, amazed and vexed.
Her mind just could not see why it mattered so much to me.
Than out of her mouth came a small, small voice…
“Please explain it to me.”
Surely, she could see, she was no longer me.
The playing, the laughter, the skipping, the banter, those days are done for me.
The bills await.
I can’t be late.
As I turn to go about my day, I hear her one last plea…
“I’ll be waiting! Please don’t forget about me!”