Such a wonderful stage of maturing,
that every parent goes though enduring.
Terrible two’s is the name of this phase,
makes parents pull their hair in amaze.
You end up sounding like a broken record,
as you repeat yourself you feel ignored.
You tell them to come here at least five times,
as you raise your voice to screaming sometimes.
You know they can hear you but choose to ignore,
they kick and scream throwing fits on the floor.
At this point a time out has been earned,
they are up and about when you have returned.
If they have brothers or sisters around,
the civil rivalry is profound.
They push your buttons to test your will,
to raise and train them and give them skills.
But just remember when you’ve had enough,
keep your cool and don’t be so rough.
These are just kids and this is what they do,
you love them to death this much is true.
They are just learning trying to find their way,
following your steps each and every day.
Nathan Bane Leccese
©All Rights Reserved 05/26/2009
Copyright © Nathan Leccese | Year Posted 2009
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