I so relate to this poem. In 5th grade, my mom would drive me to elementary school every day because I took math at a separate school and missed the typical bus that would have otherwise taken me. It was 30 minutes one way, and I certainly took it for granted. More so, I took for granted that my mom chose to give up her career and stay at home to raise me and my brother. And my "my god" moment, like the author of the poem, was in my sophomore year of college when my mom told me for the first time that she hadn't necessarily wanted to give up her career, but that I (4-year-old me) wanted her to. This poem leaves me thinking about what the author did after the "my god" moment, so I also feel like there's a cut off at the end.
I so relate to this poem. In 5th grade, my mom would drive me to elementary school every day because I took math at a separate school and missed the typical bus that would have otherwise taken me. It was 30 minutes one way, and I certainly took it for granted. More so, I took for granted that my mom chose to give up her career and stay at home to raise me and my brother. And my "my god" moment, like the author of the poem, was in my sophomore year of college when my mom told me for the first time that she hadn't necessarily wanted to give up her career, but that I (4-year-old me) wanted her to. This poem leaves me thinking about what the author did after the "my god" moment, so I also feel like there's a cut off at the end.
It really is the "my god" moment that hits the hardest