“No matter what your child says or does, stand by them and love them. All of us must find our own way, and live up to our own decisions whatever they may be. Love them stronger than their actions or words, love them because they are your children.” -Unknown
Credit, where credit is due.
Favorite activity: dress up marriage
Most beloved toy: the baby carriage
Her mother made sure to record
Each and every silly award
Swim lessons, spelling bees
And even scraped knees
It was all written down
Like the history of a king’s crown
Deep in the attic was her old wooden crib
And her first “I love mommy” bib
Recorded was the day she learned to walk
And stories, soon after, sharing her love to talk
Next came training wheels
And home cooked meals
Trips to sea
Were with mommy and me
The day she first flew that beautiful kite
Each lullaby her mother sang her at night
Then came kindergarten and soon first grade
These are the places her best friendships were made
Each of her playmates was approved by her mother
She never even considered playing with another
Until one day when she awoke
And realized she felt as if she’d started to choke
Fifteen, she thought, that’s old enough
To be adult and alone and do all that independent stuff
She remembered, she used to tug on her mother’s sleeve
But now all she wanted to do was leave
So she left the safety of her home and started to run
To here and to there expecting nothing but fun
At first it was like a dream come true
But soon the sky adopted a purplish hue
She found some kids who went to her school
And decided to stop because she heard they were cool
She looked up into the night and wished she could fly
They told her she could, if she would just get high
She was new and naïve, but they were the “cools”
So she said okay, and for the first time broke her mother’s rules
Her mother grew worried when the clock struck ten
She had no idea, not yet, not then
She came home in silence, no jacket, no key
Without an ounce of regard for her daughter’s plea
Her mother went on her very first yelling spree
Her mother shrieked a warning to stay in the house
But soon she learned to be quiet as a mouse
And out she would go
With a rebellious glow
She went here and she went there
She died her hair and learned to swear
On occasion she’d miss those trips to the zoo
The ones where her mother was sure to come too
Frequently enough she made mistakes
And sometimes she had the brains to turn on the brakes
When she didn’t, things got out of hand
Not everything turned out as planned
In the same spot where she once learned to share
She learned again, now in occasion of her boyfriend’s affair
She shed some tears, she learned to cry
But some days, it sure did feel as if she could fly
She became a girl who loved to roam
Never, if she could help it, did she go home
There’s the spot where she got caught
Out and about when they thought she was not
Now she hangs out down by the pier
And every top she wears is sheer
Her brother tells
Her mother yells
Her mother is worried and angry and lost
But deep down inside she knows another bridge has been crossed
As a kid they thought she was mild
But seasons change, and now she is wild
No longer her mother’s innocent child.