A mom reflecting on spring breaks

We built train tracks in March afternoons Fruit snacks at afternoon times I kept the few things and the pictures to remember Back when your hand still fit inside mine like that And the clock moved quiet while we were playing Now your shoes crowd the door and I’m praying Spring break won't look the same You’re seventeen and growing tall The small things slip away But I’m still here through it all Trade the kiddie cups for coffee dates Lunches, dinners, late night talks Motherhood never ends It just learns new ways to walk I remember ice creams on the ice cream shops You with sunscreen on your nose Trading sleep for sunrise talks Now you’re driving, I’m just along for the road Sad? Yeah, a little, I won’t lie But joy keeps knocking, so I let it inside You’re becoming, I’m becoming too A new kind of us, and I still choose you Spring break won’t look the same But we’ll make new ones, you and I The small things find new names Under wider, older skies Save me a seat at your table Keep a coffee warm for two Motherhood never ends It just gets more fun with you