I'M Kicking Myself

I taught him of great and little of good My habits gave an illusion of wealth This parenting thing, I misunderstood And Now I'm kicking myself A dollar here, a twenty there To pacify a momentary itch And now it's become Chrystal clear It was merely a short term fix It seems I've robbed him of simple joy By planting a money tree He expects too much for such a little boy And there's no one to blame, but me I'm reaping what I've sewn Embracing the bed I've made If only, in the beginning, I'd known Now it's far too late His sweet little heart was left out to spoil Which caused this self entitlement All because I nurtured the soil Not with time, but my every cent