Poetry Friday: Then & Now

Poetry Friday round-up Kathryn @ Kats Whiskers

On my way home tonight I stopped at a former colleague’s house to return a baby backpack I had borrowed over the winter break for my visiting 9 month-old grand-nephew. My colleague and I hadn’t see each other for a number of months, so I came inside for a few minutes to visit and see his family. He and his wife have two of the cutest redheaded boys in the world, and it had been quite a while since I had seen them. They are now 4 and 2, so it was fun to chat and catch up.

Watching the chaos of a home with two busy little boys caused me to remember what our house once looked like and sounded like when my husband and I were deep in the weeds of raising our four daughters. Almost empty-nesters now, it has been many years since our evenings were anything like I witnessed tonight. I took it all in.

On my drive home, I couldn’t help but remember all of the crazy, demanding aspects of being a parent of young children. The constant chatter that seemed endless, the never-ending request for my attention, and what seemed like ceaseless piles of dirty dishes and laundry demanding my attention every.minute.of.the.day.

Tonight in the quiet of my kitchen, I began comparing my then with my now, and found a poem come to life.

Dinnertime chaos buzzing with conversations
of everyone’s highs and lows of the day

Dinnertime calm for two (sometimes three) at the kitchen island,
scrolling on our phones, reflecting on the day’s events

Bedtime baths, jammies & stories
running, squealing, chasing down the hall

Bedtime texts, Instagram, Snapchat check-ins
savoring a book of my choice, dogs at my feet

Middle of the night bad dreams,
slipping in between mom & dad for comfort

Middle of the night curfew checks,
a gentle whisper in my ear, “I’m home, mom”


Sometimes all too quiet.


9 thoughts on “Poetry Friday: Then & Now

  1. Dani, I have been thinking about then and now since I left my grandbaby’s house this Christmas. We were there for a week so we got involved with the before Christmas decorating and Christmas Eve push to have everything ready for Santa. While Sierra is only 18 months old there surely was a lot of busy work going on in the evening before bedtime (including clean up). Your poem describes the then and now very well. I laughed at the scrolling part of your dinnertime.

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  2. I was really scared of the quiet, when suddenly the empty nest came rushing up like a whoosh, this time last year. (Two left at once.) I’m just so thankful I was kept so busy with my writing/speaking/travel… Yes, I have missed mothering moments – but it also has been beautiful to embrace this writing journey fully. I am so thankful God had my back, and made the year so busy!!

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    • Thank you Kat. My last 2 daughters are 16 months apart, so I too am experiencing something similar to your loss of 2 at once from the nest. At times the roomier nest feels nice, but when my mind starts creeping back into memories of days gone by, it feels lonelier.


  3. I anticipate this time with some sadness…anticipated grief, its called. Right now, my little chicks are on the edge of the nest, testing their wings. My four children are only five years apart in age. The chatter of their early years was intense … as I imagine the silence will be. I’m trying to fight the sadness with busyness. It’s my life’s work, I supposed, finding balance between the noisy and the too quiet. Wow, did your thoughts strike a chord. Thank you.

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    • I don’t know how I missed this comment, Linda. It feels nice knowing I’m not the only one facing this right now. There are times when the quiet is welcome, but I don’t sit in it for very long. Busyness is my go-to as well.


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