Poem: The Two Sides of Two

As my newest baby boy is approaching 1 1/2 I am seeing signs of these two year old behaviors already! I wrote this poem back when my first son was two years old and I remember this stage well with my daughter too.

I wonder what Ma did with her 4 daughters during this tricky stage where your child wants to exert their will but cannot communicate well enough yet to allow you to reason and negotiate with them. I bet Laura was Ma's biggest challenge.  I am thinking Jad might end up being mine. We shall have to wait and see...

The Two Sides of Two

Tyrant                                                             

Want it your way NOW!                                

Only your way...                                              

YOUR WAY                                                   

Every single time!                                            

Are you aware of the                                        

Ruckus you cause?                                          

Or do you merrily                                             

Live to fulfill your own                                      

Demands and dreams?                                     

Timid at times
When you are unsure and want mom near 
Overly proud of all 
Your BIG accomplishments
Ever curious explorer of
All the things. You want to know the world!  
Ready with a smile and a hug 
Or a
Little Chat
Darling demanding dear one you are my BIG accomplishment!

If you are a parent of little ones at home try to focus on remembering the moments when they are your darling little dear ones. This is a good reminder for me too!

Poem: Son for Sale

This poem was written over 5 years ago. It was written about my middle son Jonathan who is now 6.
I would say it could now apply to my son Jad too but Jad is a Daddy's boy so he is always looking for Daddy. Jonathan was a Mommy's boy from day 1, we share a special bond.

Son for Sale

Son for sale!

Son for sale!

Who will buy my son for sale?

He doesn't sleep,

all he does is weep.

This is why my son is for sale!

But...he is also sweet,

even when tears stain his cheek

and his wiggly little body can't find peace.

he calls "Ma! Ma!" for his mom alone

to come to him,

to be with him,

and come to him I do,

Even though sleep calls me too.

Hold him near, cuddled in close.

The tears will calm but for now

I listen...

just listen and love.

When his cries awaken me I myself want to weep

over my lack of solid sleep.

This is when I want to put my son up for sale!

But in each others arms we eventually both sleep,

he is mine, and mine alone to keep so

No son for sale.

No son for sale.