Hold my breath, don’t wake the bears.
First sips are best.
Finding my computer is the next morning quest.
Tiptoe to my office.
Fire up my laptop.
Quickly responding to emails before I have to stop.
Is that what I think?
The first little bear rubs his eyes between blinks.
Emails on hold.
Coffee turns cold.
I remind myself I will miss this when they grow old.
Milk is served.
First little bear is content.
Back to my office where my mornings are spent.
Emails fire back.
I’m typing quickly in between sighs.
Second little bear lets out a weak little cry.
Milk number two.
It’s a quick decoy.
Little bear really just wants a toy.
I tell the bears, “take a number”.
Just then the third bear wakes from her slumber.
Eggs and fruit.
No, cereal and bagels were their plan.
Didn’t you know mom is a chef on demand.
Breakfast is over.
The bears want to play.
This is how we start each and every day.
Mama, I feel you.
You are not alone.
And honestly, the chaos is what makes a happy home.
Just know you’re amazing.
Wonderful and beautiful too.
After all, they love the and only you.