A Burden I’ll Gladly Bear

Today
I could reach into my bag
Deepdeepdeep
And rustle up
Something good:

My teen guy,
Shambling into the kitchen
For one of those
Rare and
Charming
Extended chats about
Nothing
Out of nowhere
That reminds me how
Teen parenting
Is a lot like being on call

Or

A video chat
With sweet kiddos
Who need help with
Organizationmanagementfollowthrough
But really need
Time to connect
About udon noodles
Or stuffies
Or ways to hide salmon in mashed potatoes

Reach my hand around in there
And I can also probably pull out

A walk in sunshine
With the dog who
Won’t leave my side
Except to sniff
At
Every
Little
Thing

This sack full,
This burden
I will gladly shoulder.

Published by Lainie Levin

Mom of two, full-time teacher, wife, daughter, sister, friend, and holder of a very full plate

17 thoughts on “A Burden I’ll Gladly Bear

    1. Yes! I’m guessing that’s “help” as only a cat can. And…clothes warm from the dryer? deLIGHTful.

  1. There are some burdens that are easier to shoulder these days. The teens are tricky. The dogs are delightful. And the students need connections. Love the rhythm of your poem.

    1. Thank you so much. I was grateful for the time I was able to spend with them (and perhaps their parents, working from home and managing siblings) might have been as well =)

  2. Beautiful! Love the spontaneous conversations that have arisen in our house too! My 25 yo has been home for 3 weeks! Longer than any time since he left for college. We had a discussion at lunch about environmental sociology issues in which he just finished talking about in his (now) online class. A moment to cherish.

    1. Absolutely! There’s something so wonderful about the randomness of it all, about how these moments get dropped in my lap if I’m paying enough attention to notice that they’re happening. And when they do? The world will STOP until they decide they’re done – which is a long time, if I’m lucky!

  3. The tightness in the throat that is triggered by reconnection with students as their confusion burst into joy feels like the highest stakes “lost and found” experience. This poem reminds me of a previous poem you posted when you capture another aspect of being the mom of a teen. That one involved a pizza box. I thoroughly enjoy these dispatches from your quarantine home. 🙂

    1. Yes, it absolutely is. And one of my kids – well, today we went through a really difficult conversation and came out of it with both of us stronger, with both of us feeling more solid in our belief that we were on the right track. And to have that same conversation meander into the finer points of soft-boiled eggs and the like – well, that’s just what I love about connections to students.

      And now I remember that pizza box entry. Which makes me smile because I cooked two batches of baked goods in a completely messy kitchen tonight rather than do the chore we had asked that same teen to complete. Always a chess game… =)

  4. These few words are, to me, slices upon slices upon slices of life. Yes … if that teenager wants to talk, by all things holy – be there. “On call” is a perfect description. Your stringing together “Organizationmanagementfollowthrough” is just the size of it, what the students need help with, in equal measure and at the same time. The dog-! Love it. I love how you can reach in your sack and pull out good things, Lainie, as needed – and that you share them with us because we need them, too, along with your own brand of sunshine.

    1. Thank you! What I loved about today was having more things to choose from than made sense to include in my poem.

      Because having days like this…well, they’re good to save up for those other days where my bag is full of different sorts of burdens.

    1. Well, thank you! That’s one thing I love about writing, is when words surprise us in different ways. =)

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