when it’s time

our two-year-old runs
to me, her bare feet smacking
the hard floor. Smiling,
she asks me, “may I watch a show,
when it’s time?”

She runs away and runs back,
“May I have chocolate,
when it’s time?”

And again, “may I play on your phone,
when it’s time?”

I answer yes, yes, and yes,

and then I pray
to have her kind of
happy, confident faith
in the fullness of God’s time.