Tomorrow I’ll be the celebrity
The darling, the oh-so-much-loved
Best mommy in the world.
Today I was the ogre
Who refused hot chocolate, after their excursion
Into the first good snow.
In my defense, I was thinking about precedent
And about being knee-deep in work I could not finish
Including all those sloppy wraps and boots now
(Thanks, my precious poppets, my drip-nosed angels).
So I didn’t take time for the powdery whiny marshmallowy six-cup mess
Of hot chocolate yet too.
What a bad mommy.
Then, even more scandalously, I made them
And I took them to church and
Made them sit through an evening service.
I am a villain.
All those stories you read about kids who roll their eyes at their moms
And think they’re dumb and things
You never know
How much it actually hurts
But better times are coming.
Tomorrow I will be
The queen in their eyes, the never-had-a-bad-day mama
Tomorrow I will be showered with fleeting adoration,
Hugs, gifts, tender eyes, scrawled words of thanks.
Is my birthday.