Parents of children older than mine
warned it would go fast.
But how could I have even imagined
the warp speed at which
the time between
“it’s a boy!” and “the bus is here!”
“it’s a boy!” and “the bus is here!”
would pass?
We snuggled close last night,
on Kindergarten Eve,
as I sang him goodnight songs
and said how excited I was
for him to start this new adventure.
I didn’t tell him that my heart
was also aching,
already missing my baby boy,
already worried about how fast
the next five years will fly.
He strutted to the bus stop this morning,
so proud and purposeful,
ready to taste freedom
and eat hot lunch.
The bus rolled away,
with my baby boy in the front seat,
so eager to experience this new day
that he didn’t even think to look back.
