“Go! Go!” I cluck as I herd my son out for under my feet with my knees, my hands clutching a hot muffin tin with worn oven mitts.
“Go play.” I tell him. “Mommy has to work right now.”
The phone rings and I scramble to answer it.
“Shoo” I tell my children as they hang on me. “Mommy is on the phone.” It always amazes me how they suddenly need a snack, a drink and or a diaper change as soon as I’m on the phone.
“Go.” I tell my son as I follow him up the stairs with a heavy laundry basket, and he stops to play along the way.
How often I find myself pushing my children away. It’s never because I don’t love them. Sometimes it’s because I do. Loving them means that sometimes I have to find my own space, to have my own body to myself.
But I know that someday I will be begging to stay.
Stay in my lap and let’s read another one. Let me hold you just a little longer.
Stay, don’t hide in your room, let me hear what’s on your mind.
Before you go out with your friends, stay and tell me about your day.
I need to find more moments where stay is stronger than go.