#children #inspiration #what do you want to be when you grow up #parenting
My Eldest son
My eldest son, so sure, so grown,
Believes life’s easy, joy alone.
He slams the door, escapes the fight,
Convinced his way is always right.
“I’ll make it on my own,” he cries,
“No need for rules, no compromise.
You’ve taught me wrong from right too long,
I’m not a child, I’m already strong.”
But beneath the words, I hear the plea—
A quiet love still meant for me.
Though he insists he’ll walk away,
His heart remembers, day by day.
“I’ll be eighteen, I’ll stand alone,
I’ll prove I’m ready, on my own.
But Mom, don’t doubt, I’ll be alright,
I love you still with all my might".