When you are born we have a goal.
To feed and nurture this cute little soul
The diapers and bottles, teething and such
Joy mixed with work, tears and play
We teach you to walk and talk along the way
Make you pick up your toys and put them away
Learn to share, don’t bully or fight
A balance of spiritual and physical rights
Our goals are quite simple in the beginning
As you grow the rules you’re bending
Then comes the time when our rules don’t apply
At least from your perspective and away you fly
Now you are the grownup and we the standers by
Strangers in the same family; we ask why?
Isn’t this what we wanted? Haven’t we taught you well?
Why is it so hard to handle? We have so much more to tell.
We are hurt and happy, proud and relieved.
Wanting to help but not knowing how it will be received.
We get angry and cry, we rant and we rave.
We watch from a distance and wait for the day
When at last you say we may.
