“WINTER IS COMING”, and with that, I find myself under the weather sipping on some delicious echinacea with elderberry hot tea to soothe my sore throat. I’m also presently cuddling under blankets marathoning some Netflix shows whilst the kiddos nap. Isn’t it fantastic? Nap-time is seriously my “introvert re-charge” of the day, I either nap, journal, binge-watch shows, or play around on facebook (who am I kidding, I’m a modern parent, I could shamelessly blow hours just Facebooking and socializing via online mediums). Am I right?
During one of my little ones’ naptimes, I wrote this poem thinking about the hours each day they are not sleeping. I thought about how busy life is with children, and also how brief this season of my life is. A friend once told me, “The days are long, but the years are short,” which I later found out to be a quote from “The Happiness Project” by author Gretchen Rubin. I find those words to be so true! I am going to look back one day and it will all just be a memory. I want to cherish and hold fast to every moment, good and bad, for they make up my world and my story.
Hope you enjoy! Vulnerability and personal post #2 of the week! So, without further ado, I introduce to you, dear reader, a little free-verse poem called “Little Feet”.
Little Feet
Excited feet patter around me.
The delightful sound of six little feet
Never escapes my pictures of memories.
I savor and soak in the moment,
Let is flow through me.
Soon,
Very soon,
These feet will be grown,
And have little feet all of their own.
The days will blur by into years,
And I will have just these moments,
These smudgy faces of dirty glee
To hold tight to
When the years pull me on.
I love these little feet surrounding me,
They have sewn my wounded soul.
My broken edges have become soldered complete.
So with the sunshine of tranquility,
I just sit and listen
To the little precious feet that patter around me.
By: Rebekah Clark
Thanks so much for reading!
What are some things you will miss once this season of having young children in the home is over? I look forward to hearing back in the comments!

With Great Affection,
Rebekah Clark