A Poem I wrote for my kids,
I’ve read a few bogs recently about people and their children. People who worry about their children or regret things from the past. I understand this feeling very well. I grew up with out a mother. I won’t get into the reasons now although I’m sure I’ll blog about it at some point. I have always worried about how to be a mom. I don’t know really what moms are suppose to do. How am I suppose to act? When do you let go and when do you hold them tighter?
We have 4 children Nick is 26, Andrew 23, Alexander 12 and Katie will be 10 next week. Notice the gap between Drew and Alex. We were the “young” parents at school night with the first two and now we are the “Old” parents with the last two. We learned a lot with the first two.
Our values are the same but our parenting tactics have changed.
I often thank that I have really done a disservice to my older boys. Maybe their life would be better if I’d done things differently.
When I am troubled about stuff I write. Some things are good some are not. This is what I wrote about, and for, my children.
(sorry I don’t know how to get the extra spaces out)
What Will They Each Remember
When my children have grown up,
After all my little boys are men,
What will they each remember,
Of the life we made for them?
When my daughter has a family,
What sort of mother will she be?
What will she most remember,
Of the days she spent with me?
Do I always do my best?
Am I filling all their needs?
When they think back to yesterdays,
What will their heart believe?
Have I given them the strength they need,
Made their world a better place,
Do I Show them that I love them,
Will they forgive me my mistakes?
I’m sure that we are doing,
All the things they say we should.
But what will each remember,
Are we doing all that we could?
Will their mem’ries brings them smiles?
Will they every now and then,
Start a favorite story with:
“Do you remember when?
Of all the things I’ll remember,
The one thing that I wish,
Is that I’d always have the power,
To fix their world with just a kiss.
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