While families grow.
While others stay.
While years drift into the shade.
As life continues,
Will I change?
But not as much as some.
I had some inspiration, from talking to some old friends. I really am at a different stage of life, and it’s hard to make conversation with them now. I’ve always had trouble making conversations; me being an introvert, but it is harder now with non-moms… 😓
I never thought I would be the one to grow apart from friends….I thought I would be the one left behind.
I guess this poem is for all the non-moms out there. If you are drifting apart from your friend who can’t seem to make conversation, unless it revolves around baby or husband… just know they are trying. It is difficult to remember small details from before kids or marriage.