Isn't it ironic

That we can get training for everything

Except the most important task...

We often go wrong

Perhaps we need to do some introspection

My toddler has just turned two

He's stubborn and does what he wants to

Making him drink milk is a nightmare

I often bribe him with chocolates and éclairs!

"I'll tell your dad when he comes home

That you didn't sleep and troubled me all afternoon"

What is the lesson that I've imparted?...

...Your mom you can take for granted!!

Just behave yourself when dad's around

While mom around your little finger can be wound!!

~*~*~*~

My little doll is the apple of my eye

I just can't bear to see her cry

I get her the best money can buy

I can easily afford it - so why shouldn't I?

If she turns into a social snob who is to blame

Did I teach her to be humble and humane?

~*~*~*~

This is the age of achievers

I have to train them to become go-getters

"Don't share your notes with others in your class,

You are in competition and them you must by-pass!

I want to see you at the topmost position

No need to help others - just coming first is your mission."

Who taught him "I" before "We"

If he is self-centered the reason is me!

I love my kids and do my best for them

Rush home from office and take them to the stadium

I sit there while they practice tennis

But is this quality time across the fences!!!

Social contacts are important and we often get late

But I try to make up with toys and chocolates.

Am I trying to bribe my children?

And buying them gifts to appease my conscience?

~*~*~*~

Life is hectic - no doubt about that

Where's the time to relax and chat?

When I get home I'm too tired to enter the kitchen

And often the kids order food  from a restaurant.

If they turn into junk food and T.V. addicts

Who do I blame for this bad habit?

~*~*~*~

I have two sons, aged eight and ten

Each needs his space - each has his own den.

There is peace - they no longer fight

And I'm not asked to judge who's right.

Yes - now they aren't pulling each others hair!

But did I teach them how to adjust and share?

~*~*~*~

Generation gap doesn't exist for my son and me

We are bum-chums, as thick as can be

He tells me when he bunks his classes

Or freaks out with the pretty lasses

I am aware of his escapades at the farm-house parties

The smoking, the drinking, those late night bashes

Perhaps the friendly act I've overdone

And though I'm alive, my son is an orphan!

I've deprived him of the only father he had

In my desire to be his friend I forgot to be his dad!!

~*~*~*~

We love them and we try our best

But our best often fails the test

We parents are often under pressure

And forget that our kids are our only treasure

To ensure that the correct values they imbibe

We must spend with them some quality time!

They need parents who are friendly, firm and stable

But, alas! now..
It's the era of talking televisions and silent dining tables!!

~Granny 'O'~