Often you say to me, “I can’t believe you’re my mom.”
I choose to take this as a compliment.
Often I say to you, ” Please stop acting like an almost 10-year-old.”
I insist you take this as a compliment.
When I think of life a decade ago,
I wince at all my oozing pridefulness.
When you think of life a decade from now,
I pray you shine at all your humble grace.
