Nov
2013
Different, but the same
I’d just like to say that after reading this poem back, it could possibly sound like I’m a bit dissatisfied with my life at the moment, which couldn’t be further from the truth!! I guess I’m just very aware at times that even though I do different things everyday, my days are still very much centred around the same stuff I do as a mum….and I really do sometimes feel like I am forever on my hands and knees clearing food from the floor…just from lots of different floors!
Each day I wake, know what’s ahead,
Rub my eyes get out of bed.
Packed lunch to make, teeth to clean,
A few smiles and tantrums in between.
School run; walk come rain or shine.
Smile and wave, pretend I’m fine.
Home to put breakfast things away.
Change a nappy, out for the day.
Different people, same things we say.
Talking comes easily, brightens the day.
Home to make lunch, pick remains off the floor.
Nap time, me time, always need more.
Pick up from school, pop here and there;
Dentists, shopping, cutting of hair.
Home for dinner, cooking some more.
Again clearing remains up from the floor.
Bath time, bedtime; one, two then three.
Time for just my husband and me.
Exhausted and sleepy, weary from work,
Eyes start to close, limbs start to jerk.
Head hits the pillow, another day done,
A new one tomorrow, opportunity for fun.
Another play date, another game,
Each day different, yet somehow the same.
judithkingston
November 7, 2013 at 6:45 am (11 years ago)So true! It does make you think: is sameness necessarily bad…? Perhaps life can sometimes have a groundhog day quality to it, but that can just give us the opportunity to get things right the next time around if we mess up and to get better and better at things we strugglew with.
instinctivemum
November 7, 2013 at 7:24 pm (11 years ago)Ah such wise words! Sometimes the familiarity of it all is comforting 🙂
Lady Emsy (@ladyemsy)
November 7, 2013 at 7:35 am (11 years ago)There is a comfort in the familiarity of the same things we do, even if they are slightly different each day X
instinctivemum
November 7, 2013 at 7:24 pm (11 years ago)Oh you are so right, it can be so comforting! x
redpefferIona@Redpeffer
November 7, 2013 at 9:24 am (11 years ago)I like Judith’s response-very positive and a nice way to look at it.
instinctivemum
November 7, 2013 at 7:25 pm (11 years ago)Yep, me too 🙂
stephaniearsoska
November 7, 2013 at 10:27 am (11 years ago)I feel both ways. Sometimes I love the routine of it and other times I feel like it is going to kill me.
instinctivemum
November 7, 2013 at 7:25 pm (11 years ago)Oh most definitely! And I never quite know which way it’s going to go! 😉
blueberetmum
November 7, 2013 at 1:15 pm (11 years ago)ha ha – I love the introduction. Sometimes I get really frustrated when I feel stuck in the same routine day in..day out…and my remedy is my blog/writing – calms me down 🙂
instinctivemum
November 7, 2013 at 7:26 pm (11 years ago)Me too, blogging is so wonderfully cathartic!
Suzanne
November 7, 2013 at 4:58 pm (11 years ago)You just expertly described my life! The only difference is the absence of nappies 😉 x
instinctivemum
November 7, 2013 at 7:26 pm (11 years ago)Oh how I look forward to that day! 🙂
dragonsflypoppy
November 7, 2013 at 5:59 pm (11 years ago)Something I think every mum can relate to Jen. And it flows just beautifully. x #Prose4T
instinctivemum
November 7, 2013 at 7:27 pm (11 years ago)Thank you lovely xx
Emma from over at LIFE AS IT IS
November 7, 2013 at 7:03 pm (11 years ago)Singing: “And so say all of us…”
Love this! It’s good to know everyone is in the same boat huh?!
instinctivemum
November 7, 2013 at 7:27 pm (11 years ago)So good, I love it when I write something that people identify with!
Dawn Frazier
November 7, 2013 at 8:05 pm (11 years ago)Well written and sounds very similar to my days! Sometimes I feel a bit stuck in a rut but then again, if everything stays the same, nothing that bad is happening either so sometimes same is good.
Wicked World of Lucas
November 8, 2013 at 9:20 am (11 years ago)Great poem. My friend had a great analogy about doing the same thing everyday. She said it’s like a Carousel going round and round and round. But then she said that the reason we get on the Carousel, is because it’s so much fun and we always hate it when the ride stops. Whenever I think about the same day over an dover again, I always think of what my friend said. #prose4t
Victoria Welton (@VicWelton)
November 8, 2013 at 7:50 pm (11 years ago)I absolutely love this – and totally agree that there is something in the familiarity of routine, a kind of comfort. This is such a well constructed poem. Thank you for linking to Prose for Thought 🙂 x