Friday nights I used to go “out”.
Get dressed up, turn heads.
Now I’m a mom, Lani’s mom.
This Friday I’m selling
Girl Scout Cookies at Winn Dixie.
Get dressed, go out, turn heads?
Now I’m a mom, Trent’s mom.
Last Friday I went to bed
with a pile of picture books
and a clean, little, snuggle bunny.
Fem Fatale no more.
Now I’m a mom, Ian’s mom.
I look up to him and we argue about haircuts.
He wants one, and I love his curls.
Some Fridays we order pizza
and watch rented movies
a jumble of arms and legs
in, on and around the couch.
Love handles and thunder thighs.
Now that I’m a mom
and a new grand-mom (Welcome! Thomas)
more cuddley comfortable
More T&A than a killer-red-dress type.
Friday nights I used to go “Out!”
Get dressed up and turn heads.
Since I’ve been a mom, Friday nights are sweeter.
Moms get tender peanut-butter kisses.
Moms get lovey-snuggle-hugs.
Moms get original art work for their refrigerators.
Momma Friday nights sure beat the heck
out of tight jeans and red high-heeled cowboy boots.