Can you wait to grow up?
by Maria Sanchez
I can’t wait
to grow up
So much has changed
since the last time I thought about those words
Back when I was 10
jumping off the swingset
scraping my knees at the fall
But there was never pain
only laughter
as I got up to try again
Out of joy,
I made a promise
written in dirt
under a tree
A promise
to have as much fun
to never lose that spark
and to always make time to play
I am much older now
23
I’ve outgrown the swingsets and dirt
Interchanged them
for scholarships and work
traded in my stickers for dollars
my dreams for profits
It’s been years since I saw a swing
I fear the sight of one
Because I know
a little girl will be beside it,
Watching in disappointment
at the boring woman she has become
The woman
who doesn’t make time for the swings
and made jump rope a workout rather than a game
Traded
her rainbow crayon set
for black and blue pens
I wish I had an explanation for this
But I can’t bring myself to tell her
she asked for this when she said,
“I can’t wait to grow up”