Sometimes when you set out into the land of parenting you can be a little bit gung ho and think that everything is just going to fall into place. You think that you will give birth to this rosy cheeked angel who will grown into the perfect child and then the perfect teenager and the journey will end when they fly the nest as a fully formed adult.
But in reality we all know it’s not quite that simple. We forget that most of the time we spend struggling with next to no sleep. Partners who seemed almost perfect suddenly become an annoyance at best; at worst, they disappear altogether and leave you to do the job all on your lonesome.
It’s a really difficult road to traverse and a lot of people gloss over the horrible bits. That’s pretty much what this poem aims to address. It’s the pain and the agony, the tears and the tantrums in all of their technicolour glory. It’s true that children really are a blessing but life is difficult and parenting really brings this message to the forefront. So without further ado, I give you The Parenting Journey:
The blurred and fuzzy black and white
image doesn’t seem so right
knowing that the little bean is mine.
I’ve seen it played out for
The other couples that deserve it more,
That know the way to sparkle and to shine
As loving leaders who will guide
That little child and push aside
The horrors that can plague our earth.
And when the babe is finally born,
And our hearts are gladly torn
Into shreds that have no worth,
We realise without a doubt
That older worries all mean nowt,
As new life starts to take its root.
There will be pain and hurt and strife
As there is as part of life
And that’s a point you can’t dispute.
So then you have to watch them grow
Even though it hurts you so
To watch them stumble, trip and fall,
When all that’s running over, round and through
Your mind are all the things that are not true
That hold you back from standing tall.
It’s all a bunch of hurtful lies
That are designed to close your eyes
To all the things you do so well.
You’ve brought him up through all these years
Of fun, of laughter and some tears.
Sure you lose your temper, you may yell.
You may wonder what it is that keeps you going,
And then you see him as he’s growing
And see the journey you are taking.
You realise it’s worth the struggle,
The daily battles that you juggle,
Because there’s love with no mistaking.