Your wake-up call is before the crack of dawn,
Because your life is controlled by your cranky spawn.
You feed them, you dress them,
You just can’t impress them.
They aren’t very thankful, yet you love them the same,
Even if they always ask “Why?” and often complain.
You’re housekeeper and driver, tutor and cook,
You keep them in line with one smoldering look.
Tailor, Accountant, Doctor and Baker,
Even do-it-yourself Christmas wreath-maker.
Parenthood is a difficult, never-ending career,
Filling you halfway with love and another part fear.
But despite these complaints and your lack of rest,
Parenthood really is the best of the best.
No feeling can top watching your little tike grow,
Standing by his side while he learns to throw,
Or helping her up when she’s had a big fall,
Teaching them to be kind, proud, and stand tall.
Although Parenthood is a hearty sacrifice,
The payback truly is more than twice as nice.
Seeing the world from a child’s view is priceless,
Even if you’re constantly in diaper crisis.
So when Parenthood has you feeling overdrawn,
Wear a happy face and “keep on keepin’ on,”
Because today’s hurdle may be tomorrow’s success,
And the more love you have, the more you are blessed
July 26, 2020 at 2:37 pm
The good news is, the diaper-crisis days will pass. Every stage has its beauty and you capture that here, Amy!
July 27, 2020 at 3:16 pm
Thank you so much! Glad you enjoyed… and that the diapers will end… some day… ❤