Please mum, stop a minute for me.
Dad says you’re busy. He says you work hard until late at night when I’m asleep. He says there’s lots to do around the house and you’re trying to look after us children as well. Dad says I can’t come and see you because you’re working. I don’t know what that means, so I sneak up to your office.
I try to talk to you, ask you to read me a story or take me to the park. We could go for a bike ride or run around the fields. We could play hide and seek or do a jigsaw puzzle. I’d like to show you how I can write a new letter, or count so high you won’t believe it. But you say you’re busy, you say you’re working. But I don’t know what that means.
I wish I could tell you mum, all the wonderful things I’ve done this week while other people were looking after me. At nursery, I’ve made a friend. I had pasta for my tea and when I was in the playground, I fell over and bumped my knee. But it was okay, because the grown ups at nursery have time to stop for a minute and rub it better.
I try to tell you but you’re not listening, you just keep pressing the buttons on your computer. I pull on your shirt and try to climb onto your lap but you tell me to get down. You say you’re busy, you say you’ll play with me later. Or tomorrow, or next week. But not now. And I need to talk to you now.
I need to tell you that next year, things will be different. I have to go to school you see. Dad says that I will make lots of friends there but I don’t know which school I’m going to and I don’t know who my friends will be. I’m worried and I need to tell you but you’re not listening to me.
I want to say that I’m ready to go to school, I want to learn to read and write, I want to meet all of my lovely new friends. But I’m worried mum, what if people aren’t nice to me? What if school is hard and I am tired? I still need a nap some days, how will I manage?
But most of all mum, I need to tell you that you will miss me when I’m at school. You will look back on these days and wish you hadn’t worked so much. You will wish that you had let me sit on your lap, wrap my arms around you and cover you in kisses.
Mum, I know you will wish that you had listened to all the things I had to say. I know you’ll be lonely sitting there at your computer when I’m not here. If only I could find a way to tell you mum, perhaps you’d stop a minute. You could push me on the swing or watch me climb a tree.
I won’t be this small for long mum, I won’t always need you, I’ll grow up to be strong like you. Tomorrow, I will move mountains. But just now mum, I need you. Please mum, stop a minute for me.