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I wrote this poem three years ago. It is still current, not quite so dramatically anymore, she is older, but it is still equally important.

And I’m still practicing – every day.

She loves her now

She is rarely ready
when seasons decide to change
She doesn’t want 
the seasons to change
– at least not right now
thanks – but no thanks – maybe tomorrow?

This is how it is
when seasons decide to change
When winter comes she does’nt want her 
warm winter clothes
when spring arrives 
she wants to keep them on.

When we went on sunny holiday in November
she stood on the beach in her pantyhose
refused to take them off
She wasn’t ready to change season
after a five-hour flight

Because she loves the sun’s hot rays
She loves to throw with leaves in the woods
She loves snow, skiing and hot cocoa
she loves to pick anemones
in the spring’s bright sunshine

She gets sad
when the sun no longer warms
her little body
she likes bare feet in the grass
and dislikes to wrap her feet in shoes
and tight socks
because stretching toes are much nicer

She gets sad
when the raspberry bush 
does not have more raspberries
when the snowman melts
when the sea gets too cold to swim in
when it gets dark in the afternoon

She likes it best
as it is right now
She doesn’t want her now to change
She likes her now
– right now

By the way, she doesn’t like busy mornings
but who does anyway?

As an adult, I tend to think
that’s just how it is
Just put on some more clothes 
You will freeze in that summer dress
Come on
We are getting late for school
You won’t have time to eat breakfast

I could also have gone
twenty minutes earlier to bed
and gotten out of bed twenty minutes 
earlier in the morning
So she would have had better time
to get used to
that the season has decided to change

I could have said
is it hard that you need 
to put on more clothes now?
I could have helped her pick a 
warm sweater
Come on, let’s find the finest in your closet

When she had put her pantyhose on 
And a long-sleeved t-shirt under her dress
she swallowed her oatmeal
picked up the brush
brushed her teeth and hair at the same time
and we reached school 7.55 sharp.

Because she didn’t want to be a burden 
she wants to cooperate
She just was not ready for 
the season to decide to change

I love it when the seasons change
I thought about it this morning in the woods
while I jogged on my favorite path
and took a deep breath after the drama of the morning
I love the red and brown colors in wood crowns
I love the wet and hard forest floor 
The fresh and raw smells
telling me that autumn is approaching
The sounds, the wind

I wonder if it’s part of growing up
to learn to love that seasons change?
Or does she actually have
an important message to me?
to learn to love the now even more,
to add even more value to the present now
instead of looking forward
for something new
in a bit 
in a bit 
in a bit 
tomorrow 
tomorrow 
tomorrow

And so I practice 
practice 
practice
every day
to understand my children better
learn from them
and become a better mother

By Gitte Winter Graugaard