“Nothing!” I smile (my eyes all watery).
“No! I’m so happy for you!” I insist a little too enthusiastically. He stares at me. Waiting. Little shit. “Okay, I am happy you’re growing up healthy and strong. And I’m really proud of you…” I can’t finish. Fresh. Tears.
“I’m not a baby anymore but I’ll always be your baby.”
Frickin’ seriously? He’s unbelievable. As if that wasn’t bad enough, he starts singing “Sunrise Sunset” from Fiddler on the Roof. No word of a lie.
Is this the little girl I carried?
Is this the little boy at play?
I don't remember growing older
When did they?
When did she get to be a beauty?
When did he grow to be so tall?
Wasn't it yesterday
When they were small?
Swiftly flow the days
Seedlings turn overnight to sunflowers
Blossoming even as we gaze
Swiftly fly the years
One season following another
Laden with happiness and tears
If you don’t make it through the whole song, skip to the end…my heart felt like that glass.