You thought I was pushy,
but it was only because no one
ever pushed me.

They thought I was
the sun, moon, and stars,
the very best of them,
fused together—
a celestial trinity.

They saw my potential,
figuring my success
was a foregone conclusion—
that it was written in the stars,
for the sun rose and set on me,
the rare blue moon that I was.

I see that same potential in you;
I just want you to realize it sooner,
so that you,
as every parent wishes,
will outpace them.