As we gathered at the wooden table with grilled fish and cokes at your beautiful summer home,
you had the perfect opportunity to take the crazy things I would say and use them as your last chance to make your mom proud by doing the right thing.
When we would lay our towels down on the grains of sand where we would always park,
you were so afraid I would ask to join you and your friends in a game of football.
That was your great chance to show them how cool you were by yelling no at me and using your hand to motion me to stay at my towel when I did ask.
We returned from seeing you and how angry I was that I had nothing to the point of your smarts, independence, and humor.
During the off season I would go to school and play games of softball.
I didn't get the grades you had and I didn't swing the bat as beautifully as you.
Though there was one thing I always did that you see now.
I let myself learn.
I never stooped to be you but I learned how to interact and watch what I say.
I learned you never were close to me and it is ok to be alone.
I learned to not overdress so much to prove I had it all.
I learned that you had your talents and people, and I had my problems and meltdowns and then I learned to take the chance and improve.
You changed slightly, I changed magnificently.
You called other girls pretty right in my view now my prettiness completely overwhelms your view.
Ha, but that is not all.
I used to make you cringe you would be bossy, now I make you laugh so hard at my jokes you're red and bent over.
So, we grew, and time change dramatically.
You saw me then, I saw you were sneaking some brownie points.
See me now, and I see you are so proud of me.
I'm happy you're happy, but all I really want as I did before from you,
is to be treated the same as anyone else you care for.
You don't have to be so proud of me.
I'm fine now.