Of labour pangs and pain-filled haze;
Of sleepless nights and endless days;
Being more of a zombie, less of a mother;
Of just plodding on: one foot in front of the other.
Of an era of feeding, and changing, and screams;
A time when a nap is the stuff of dreams;
Of welters of soiled, stinky nappy and bib;
Of soft, fluffy pillows to line the crib.
Of trusting smiles and melting eyes;
Of a rush of love that all reason defies.
A kaleidoscope of emotions that shifts every instant;
The dawn of a new life: Being a Parent of an Infant!
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Of potty training and three baths a day;
Of insanity just a nanosecond away;
Of playschool vans, of picture books of flowers;
Of colours and shapes, of blocks and towers;
Of animals and birds, of evenings in the park;
Of balloons and toys, young minds to spark;
Of candy and ice-cream, of the alphabet and numbers;
Of aching bones and much-needed slumbers;
Of catching butterflies, of making mud pies;
Rediscovering the world through a fresh pair of eyes.
Of feeling at times that you’re just a muddler;
The morn of a fresh life: Being a Parent of a Toddler!
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Of homework and projects, of school drops and pick-ups;
Of the dawn of defiance, of twice-daily kick-ups;
Of cycling and football, of skating in the park;
Of laying down rules, of curfews after dark;
Of playdates and sleepovers, of bullies in the playground;
Of worrying that no one pushes your kid around;
Of TV and Internet, of smartphone and iPad;
Of PSP and Wii, of slowly going mad.
Of learning together: of tilling the soil;
Of discovering potential: like striking oil!
Of constant confusion, not knowing what you mean;
You’re more or less seasoned now: Being a Parent of a Tween!
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And now for the most dreaded time for a mom:
The Bluebeard’s Chamber of all Parentdom.
An era of pitfalls that seem like landmines;
Of struggling desperately to draw some lines.
Of the feeling of being in a constant fight
With yourself, of not getting anything right;
Agonizing over raising your divas, jocks, or nerds:
Gearing up to tell them of the bees and the birds.
And dreading that they might, somehow, already know:
Trying to keep them safe, and yet, letting them go.
Of the reign of madness, not knowing how to engage:
That’s just Being a Parent of a kid in Teenage!
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