It's Ridiculous
My son eats
ice cream
in front of a heater
in January.
He asked me
if that made sense,
so, I told him:
“It does for you,
Ben.”
,
As a mother
to a middle-schooler
I have become
the one-and-only
unappreciated
chauffeur,
the thesaurus
that he doesn’t
trust,
the center
of all things
wrong
and embarrassing.
Meanwhile,
I continue
to be proud
of the man
he is becoming
and my little hand
that nudges him
along,
however
embarrassingly,
and sometimes
I catch him
smiling back.
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