Maturity Kills The Sweetness Of A ‘Baby’!

When I was pregnant, riding buses day and night,

To get a seat, I’d sometimes push with all my might.

Those were the days I’d leave work feeling tight,

Feeling drained, as if I’d fought a fight.

So, from those days, one truth took root —

To be polite is life’s best fruit.

I taught my boys to, both black and white,

Show respect and do what’s right.

If they are on a bus and someone’s in need,

They should give up their seat- do a good deed.

They are to always:

Give it up without deliberating,

Give it up with speed — no hesitating,

Give it up, with no parent supervising,

Give it up — that’s civilizing!

One morning, we boarded a bus, just me and my son,

We found a seat — oh, what fun!

Then came an elder, petite and neat,

With shaky hands and trembling feet.

You could tell she ate her hard food and meat,

Her mouth still boasted quite a few teeth!

The moment she came on, I gave my boy the look,

He stood up quickly — just like I’d taught from the book.

The lady smiled, “Thank you, son, you’re so sweet,”

And my heart sang loud — what a lovely feat!

I said to her, “Thanks — that’s my boy indeed!”

I was even tempted to boast that I’d planted that very seed.

He gave up his spot and was on his feet,

Then I told him softly, “Come, make my lap your seat.”

But he stood still, and gave me a stare,

As if to say, “Mom, that’s not fair!”

He finally took the offer but was too quiet, looking down at his lap,

Till I thought he’d fallen asleep — perhaps!

But when he looked up, my jaw went slack,

His words hit me like a sudden smack.

He said, “Mom… sitting on your lap’s embarrassing,”

And right away, two ‘bus neighbors’ started laughing!

I chuckled too, though just pretending —

Inside, I felt my pride descending.

I couldn’t believe my “baby” had me burning,

But soon I saw the tide was turning.

My little boy — my once-small thing,

Was spreading his feathers, maturing, learning.

It was time to change how I show my loving,

For my boy was no longer my tiny something.

Yes, I taught him to give — to be kind, polite,

And that day proved — I taught him right.