I Lost My Place in Line
In the beginning:
I stood with everyone else behind
I was number one in your life
You relied on me for everything
You were the stars in my life
Just the way it was meant to be
But you grew up and went to school
Made friends and learned all the rules
I was still in the front row
But I had to share with others though
Just the way it was meant to be
Now you cut off our phone calls
When the special one comes home
Now I stand way behind in line
He fills the whole first row
Just the way it was meant to be
Now you’re swollen with your own child
You’ll be the first in their row for a while
But then they too will grow and grow away
And they’ll find that special someone some day
Just the way it was meant to be
You’ll look around bewildered just like me
Then you can join me at the end of their line
There’s still a lot of love back here
For us feeling left behind
Because that’s the way it’s meant to be.
Sheila
Regis
The last part of your poem nicely outlines the very best part of the whole cycle. I think the 20s and early 30s are the years that children can be most distant, so many "more important" things take up their time and attention during those years. But once they've passed that point, they begin to get closer to their parents again and realize how very much they really have in common. That's when everything you put into raising that child comes back to you in full. It's a lovely thing, and one of the more welcome aspects of getting older. I think that too was meant to be. :o)
Be safe,
Karen