You’ve got your secret stretchy jeans

And made the online postings

Notifying to your anties and the public you’re expecting

People ask if it was planned and you say “bitch” under your breath

You are glowing you are growing something similar in size to an avocado

An avocado

You’ll stay up all night starring

In the cradle speculating

If the nose might look like his but its got your eyebrows maybe

Baby shoes and baby voices, picture books and tired under eyes

And feeling shocked and weirded out not long ago it was an avocado

And avocado

What if you are not smart enough to help them with their homework

And all their friends are assholes and you can sense them changing

What if they’re funnier than you are you’re intimidated

What if they’re so sad and lonely not even blanket forts can help your avocado

Your avocado

Someday they may not let you brush their hair or know who Zack is

You’re reduced to secretary and chauffeur to every practice

You’re still the one who knows them sleeping, when they’re tired, proud or nervous

And when their grown you’re still the one that they will come to when they’re uncertain

Still your avocado

Your avocado

So eat your greens and do your squats

Let others feel it squirming

This is next level learning about life and you and loving

Call your friends, we want to help you

We can raise it all together

But for now enjoy the quiet, pretty soon your little pal will be a mango

A little mango