I missed out.
I missed out
On the beginnings
Of my
Big Kids.
I missed out
On carrying them
Within myself
And seeing their
First steps
First words
First smiles.
I missed out
On seeing their
Daddy when
He first and second
Became a Daddy.
I missed out
On seeing his
Joy and his pride
In his first
2 Big Kids.
But then I
Came in.
I opened the door,
And my life became
Our life.
Our family.
Our home.
You missed out.
You missed out
On their growth,
Their first loose tooth,
Their first concert,
Their first day of school.
You missed out.
You missed out
When they came
home to us.
You missed out
On adventures
And days in the park
And exploring.
You missed out.
You missed out
On scraped knees
And hurt feelings
And bullies
And confusion
And pain.
And tears.
Lots of them.
Some, you caused.
Some, we did.
You missed out.
You missed out
On the fixing it,
“it’s okay”ing it,
“We still love you”,
“we forgive you”,
“please forgive us”,
“we’re all learning” it.
You missed out
On the hugs
And drying the tears
And giving extra-big
Squeezies and
Bunny kisses
And pinchy bugs
At bedtime.
You’ll miss out.
You’ll miss out
On our growing
Big Kids.
You’ll miss out
On first recitals,
First dances,
First goals,
First boyfriends, girlfriends, best friends.
But not
First heartbreak.
You were there
For that,
When you walked
Away and
Chose yourself
Over them.
Over him.
Over her.
Not anymore.
You cannot
Hurt them
Anymore.