I Forgot To Tell You — One Moore Thing

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I forgot to tell you that I think that you are so brave.

I forgot to tell you that I am so crazy proud of you.

I forgot to tell you how strong you are and how beautifully you carry the world.

I forgot to tell you how much I love to watch you do what you love.

I forgot to tell you that the way you laugh is my most favorite sound in the world and sometimes when I see you sleeping, your lips purse in just the same way they did when you were a baby and that makes me feel like that time wasn’t so far away.

I forgot to tell you the important things because sometimes I get lost in the things that aren’t as important. I sometimes get buried by the weight of it all. The laundry undone, the work deadlines, the never ending race against the clock, the we are going to be lates, and the grab your water bottle, and did I turn in the permission slip and did I return that clients call and where are my keys and why is it so cold in April and yes you need a jacket and we are out of milk and did I send that addendum and I don’t know when I’m going to pay those taxes and what time is your game and did you do your homework and what am I going to make for dinner and put on your jacket and why is our grocery bill so high when we never have any food and it is constant- the noise and the chaos and the messiness of it all and I forgot. I forgot to ask you about your science project. I forgot to ask you what made you laugh today. I forgot.

And I’m so sorry.

My mind feels like I’m looking through one of those little red viewfinders where you hit the small tab on the side to take you to the next slide. Except I have seventeen of them happening simultaneously and the slides are changing too fast before I have a chance to really see them. And sometimes I’m focused on the wrong screen at the wrong time.

And none of it is your fault. This whirlwind of life is constant. The interruptions and demands of parenthood and work are constant. And the feeling of never having enough time is constant. But I will try to be better at the balance of it all. I will try to be better. I will leave the laundry undone and sit with you. And talk with you. And hold you. Because that is always the most important screen.

I haven’t told you yet today how crazy proud I am of you.

But I will.

Katie’s essay and tangent collection about motherhood, life and imperfection, Happy Broken Crayons is available on Amazon now. Thank you for reading. You are the (queen) bees knees. Happy happy holidays and happy happy new year to you. In setting your hopes for 2018, please think about your word. I can’t wait to hear it. Xoxo

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MooreFam SKatie Yackley Moore is a freelance writer, yoga instructor and a momma of four navigating life and a separation and finding herself in the process. She adores coffee shops, laughing until it hurts and impromptu dance parties. Her work has appeared on Scary Mommy, Mamalode and HuffPost Parents. She has published a journal entitled "Dream a Bigger Dream" and the children's books "You Are a Warrior" and "We are Family" and just finished her first novel. Catch up with her between tea breaks at The Naked Momma and on Facebook.

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