Bahamas (Day 4)

You know what?

Ollie crawled into my bed this morning

After I held Morgan for an hour

Walking back and forth

Trying to let the boys sleep a little longer

And the first words out of his mouth

We’re

“You know what, mom?

Every second counts.

Like now is already past.

So every second counts.”

That’s more than enough for me to put my phone down

(After I caught a short video of him expanding)

And make every second count.

I often get swept away with life

Like an undercurrent

Back into the Great Abyss

Oft forgetting

That even the Great Abyss

Is made up

Of a finite number

Of atoms

Of matter

Of seconds.

I don’t think

Water

Out in the big blue ocean

Thinks too much

About time and “making it count”

Maybe until

It gets close to shore

Reaching the end of its journey

Only to get swept under

And start all over again….

Then maybe

Hopefully

Luckily

A storm

Or a juvenile wave

As tall and big as a six and a half year old boy

Tumbles into you

To remind you

To soak it all in

To choose kindness instead of an argument

To be patient instead of rush

To be understanding instead of close-minded

To choose a hug instead of a reprimand

(As I yank him away from trying to wake the baby😂😅🤪)

To stop

And take a deep breath

To start anew

And say

“Thank you”

What an opportunity we have

Second after second

To choose

Again and again

To make it count.