Lost and Found

Somedays I remember the days..

the days where my mind was sharper,my memory clearer.

I was the rolodex at work. Tara,

who do we go to for this issue?

What is their phone number?

I was the phone book at home. Tara,

what is Jarrod's phone number?

I was the calendar. Tara,

do we have anything going on in November?

I am not a rolodex, phone book, or a calendar.

My mind has no room for that--instead, I am Mommy.

I am the medicine giver-and I remember, most of the time.

I am the milk feeder-all hours of the night, and by pump during the day.

I am the "owie" kisser, song singer, and "Night-Night Moon" reader.

My children don't mind if I forget the lyrics, or miss a page.

Memory lost. Love found.

This post is linked at www.mommyjourney.com, part of Mommy Moments.

The gift? Love found.