Poems for MySpace

Before I was blessed with Annie & her brother
I had lots of ideals about being a mother
After all, just how hard could it be,
raising my own little family?
I’d raise them well, I’d raise them right;
to be obedient, well behaved and polite.
I’d correct bad behavior, be loving but firm,
Not being too lenient, nor overly stern.
Any unseemly behavior would be quickly abated;
Defiance or disobedience would not be tolerated!
In public they would be well mannered and sweet,
kind and helpful, a real pleasure to meet!
My illusions, however, were soon to be shattered;
Lying in pieces, all torn up and tattered.
I am now in the face of stark reality,
Where, my babies rarely listen to me.
They have tantrums in public; they don’t do as they’re told,
I’m overwhelmed by a one and a three-year-old!
I’ve read books and magazines on how best to deal,
with undesirable behavior that does not appeal,
I’ve tried many techniques and taken some actions,
to put an end to these, all too frequent infractions,
But unfortunately they are rarely effective,
(Or maybe my children are somewhat defective?)
Eventually, however, if I refuse to give in,
It comes to a point where I actually win!
For a time the path will be blessedly clear,
Whilst waiting for the next rocky part to appear.
They have me totally confused, these children of mine,
I didn’t know it would be so tough to keep them in line!
It’s come down to a matter of trying to survive,
And to keep both of my toddler’s alive!
I don’t wish to sound, though, so utterly distraught
I admit having children is not how I thought.
But also I underestimated the extent of the joy
I receive from my girl and cute little boy!
At one time I thought I would just stick with pets,
but my kids are a gift, I have no regrets!