I remember trying asparagus as a child And beets and broccoli. I didn’t like the way asparagus felt in my mouth, And broccoli was like eating pebbles. Beet juice reminded me of blood. My grandmother said I’d change my mind as I grew older And I did. I remember thinking that little boys Were cootie machines, Who could spit dirt and get filthy In a hospital room. I couldn’t imagine little boys growing up Into anyone as cool as my dad. But he told me I’d change my mind When I grew older. And I did. I remember thinking that my older brother Always got to do everything And it seemed as if I was never old enough To do all I wanted to do. He had a job and money and could go to the movies. He told me not to rush growing up And to enjoy just being a kid. He was sure that when the time came for me To do the responsibility thing I’d change my mind. And he was right. I remember growing up As a fairy tale child, A princess, with everything Destined to marry her doctor or lawyer And live the perfect Barbie life. Never thought I’d change my mind about those things, But I did. I fell in love And thought it was forever. I thought he was the most wonderful, Most perfect man anyone could ever find. I thought I was the luckiest woman in the world. Wish stuff hadn’t happened to change my mind, But it did. So I don’t live the cookie-cutter life My parents planned. But I have three grown children Who are all off on their own and doing all The things they are meant to do. They, as well as I All now enjoy asparagus, broccoli and beets Having changed their minds along the way. My eldest tells her children that someday They will change their minds And decide to keep their rooms clean As she eventually did. Occasionally she’ll tease me about all the times I’ve changed my mind about such things As men or where to live Unable to see, as yet, all the times She has changed hers. We joke about changing our minds Assuming we could find them; Often feeling as if we’d lost our minds Somewhere mid shuffle. I look back now at all I’ve done, Mistakes I’ve made, And stumbling blocks oft made into stepping stones And I realize that I am, at long last, Comfortable in my skin- With who and what I am. I won’t change my mind about that! |