The Moms

I watch the moms at pre-school
In their stretchy work-out clothes
And remember I was one of them -
Or somewhat, I suppose.

My outfits weren't Lycra
And I didn't drive to school
But I did belong to what you'd call
That stay-at-home mom pool.

I wonder if I seemed to be
As confident as they.
I know inside I certainly
Did not feel quite that way.

I lived that life so long ago
But seeing them en masse
Makes me realize they have not a clue
Of what will come to pass.