A Perfect Parent
I used to be a perfect parent,
before I had babies of my own.
I knew I could be superior,
the perfection mine alone.
Then they came,
one, two, and three.
My own little world,
as perfect as could be.
Hold on, now wait,
what was this?
After all my preparation,
my perfection was amiss.
I had lessons to learn,
and character to grow.
My babies deserved better,
this is the love they’ll know.
Patience to master,
a temper to cool,
there are many things
to learn in parenting school.
I’ll keep trying
to do my best.
It helps knowing
at least my love passes the test.
Disclaimer/Reality Check: We’re all just doing our best. This column will be about motherhood, parenting, and homemaking for the most part. Most importantly, I don’t ever want this column to make another mama think she’s not doing enough. If you’re reading this, I want you to know that you are, you’re doing great, keep it up. Sing it with me: no-one is doing it allllll!
