The Moms

I watch the moms at pre-school In their stretchy work-out clothes And remember I was one of them - Or somewhat, I suppose. My outfits weren't Lycra And I didn't drive to school But I did belong to what you'd call That stay-at-home mom pool. I wonder if I seemed to be As confident as they. I know inside I certainly Did not feel quite that way. I lived that life so long ago But seeing them en masse Makes me realize they have not a clue Of what will come to pass.