I got a chance to go to the library and pick books without colorful pictures and rhyming words.
I ate fancy food at an organic restaurant with my favorite organic friend.
I heard some poetry and some jazz apart from nursery rhymes and children whining in the background.
I thought about riding my bike but decided to take a stroll even with the children in tow and it was all right.

I got to reclaim myself on break
Bring out those inconvenient parts tucked away
To give space for play and other infant, toddler and school-age plans.
I took a stand for me more consistently on break
And my kids got a break
And my husband did, too,
From my whining, my complaining, from the unsatisfied me.

The food, my friend, the book manifestos, the poetry and jazz delighted my soul.
I didn’t know how far I had gone,
disregarding my early loves
the ones that helped reveal and seal essential parts of me
placed in me and reminding me of God’s love.

My break took me back home.

Copyright 2010 by Rhonda J. Smith