Please excuse the late night post. This one’s a little different – a random scribble from a notebook (one of many) that I keep. What makes it different is that it is a poem. I don’t usually write poetry mainly because it is not my thing.
The idea came from a workout – the idea of repeating something until you reach muscle failure. Got me wondering if there is such a thing in parenting. And then I found myself writing a poem.
Nonetheless, here it is. Enjoy, laugh, tease. Whatever floats your boat.
Parenting Until Failure
Once your foray into parenthood begins
In sight there will never be an end.
A journey full of highs and lows
A tale full of emotions that no one else knows
Yet from the start one thing is certain –
On the definition of failure we must close the curtain
Instead of a measure of a loss versus a win-
Think in terms of reps – lift till you can’t lift again.
And when it seems your parental muscles have ground to a hault…
Trust in your circle of spotters to assist you through your faults.
For its true: You are a parent until the end.
So thru the highs and lows keep parenting & parenting again.
That’s it for now. Captain…out.