Nikki wrote a wistful poem on parenting and middle age that I like and think is really good. She didn’t want me to post it but I think it’s too good to not share.<\/p>\n
The times have shifted, I never saw it dawn,
\nThose days we took for granted, are suddenly gone.
\nOur lives were our own, and times were carefree,
\nNow we attend funerals saying, \u00ef\u00bf\u00bdThank God it\u00ef\u00bf\u00bds not me.\u00ef\u00bf\u00bd<\/p>\nOne day you\u00ef\u00bf\u00bdre a hero, the next you are not,
\nThe thoughts of your child, tie your heartstrings in knots.
\nA daily routine of questioning your actions,
\nA balancing act of outcomes and reactions.<\/p>\nPreparing meals for babies born, or love ones lost,
\nThe circle of life continues, our emotional scars embossed.
\nThe greatest joy of all, can be followed by loss so great,
\nTears flow regardless, it\u00ef\u00bf\u00bds true, we all can relate.<\/p>\nA midlife soul search is what has arisen
\nFrom watching friends that are sick, and parents bed ridden.
\nAttempts to enlighten the young, and help them realize
\nThat one day your outlook will change – Surprise!<\/p>\n“Every day is a gift, take it from me!
\nIt changes so fast, oh why can\u00ef\u00bf\u00bdt you see?\u00ef\u00bf\u00bd<\/p>\nBut that is the beauty of being so young,
\nThere is so much to see, so many songs unsung.
\n\u00ef\u00bf\u00bdDon\u00ef\u00bf\u00bdt listen to the parents, they\u00ef\u00bf\u00bdre jaded and tired
\nThey don\u00ef\u00bf\u00bdt understand how this generation is wired.\u00ef\u00bf\u00bd<\/p>\nIt\u00ef\u00bf\u00bds the ignorance that makes our children so precious
\nWhy do we insist on making impressions?
\nThey will find out soon enough, what makes this world tick
\nBest to sit back, let them fly, and be there for conflicts<\/p><\/blockquote>\nNice job, baby.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Nikki wrote a wistful poem on parenting and middle age that I like and think is really good. She didn’t want me to post it but I think it’s too good to not share. The times have shifted, I never … Continue reading