Don’t worry that he refuses to crawl
or eat anything but bananas and bread
don’t worry about whether you read the right book
or got any of it
on video
don’t worry about his kindergarten teacher
or if he’ll always be shy
love him with vigor
love yourself just as much
don’t let anxiety
wrench your spirit shut
he chose you
your job is to be seen
so dig for your truth
and show it to him
tender and unpolished
don’t use the phrase book of anyone else
call him a tuba rumple
make up dance routines
have baths at noon
be late sometimes
just the two of you
because the sky was blue
and the wind was just right
for kites.