When a toddler’s routine is interrupted,
he cries “for no reason” and says “don’t like it”
about the thing he adored the day before.
Routines keep me grounded,
like the right foot in my tree pose,
planted into the earth of solid ground.
Sometimes a breeze blows; the tree sways,
but it doesn’t break.
My routine is my checklist:
animals fed, check
smoothie, check
lunch, check
Yeti cup, check.
Mask, check.
A routine is the canvas for my day.
I can be fully present if my routine is in check.
One forgotten or lost step sends my sensitivity into a tailspin.
I need to be protective of my routines,
keep them close and safe,
until…
you call and need me there.
Reflections on the Teche 
Ooooh I love this. I love routines, too, and your poetry reminded me why. But that ending! Yes! Wasn’t expecting that, but it’s perfect. Love this!
I love your use of check, check, check. in this beautiful example of how important routine is for everyone! 🙂
When routines are broken, we all get a wobble. The toddlers bravely express how it confuses them. We have learned to manage our wobble. I enjoyed reading your poem. I love the image of you in a tree pose. May you stand strong and tall no matter what wobbles cross your paths.
That’s such a powerful last line that changes the entire direction. That yoga tree pose image was perfect too.
Oh, I love this so much – “like the right foot in my tree pose.”
Love the idea of routines as a canvas! The ending is spot on. 🙂
“A routine is the canvas for my day.” I think I could benefit from a routine, too easy to meander and dilly dally if I’m not careful. Except on those days I watch boys, then I’m laser focused.
This was soooooo good!
Love how you showed the importance of routine in your life, but how you are there for a loved one in need.