Pyatnitsa Pahyem (Friday poem)

One Day

One day you'll think I'm wise and beautiful and you'll identify with pieces of who I am.
But not before you examine and internalize and rationalize and possibly reject my choices as a woman, as a mother.
But not before you grudgingly admit I might have understood a few things.
But not before you despise me and my placid mommy-life as I set your teenage curfew and ask about your friends.
But not before you roll your eyes. Embarassed while I taxi you around town.
But not before you spin and twirl around the living room - excited about your first sleepover.
But not before you lose your first tooth.
But not before you finally get to sleep tonight. After my last visit with water and a pacifier and a tissue to put under your pillow.
But not before I blow a few more bubbles that shimmer down to the bathtub and land on your wet hair.