Poem By a 2 Year Old

The sandwich is wrong.

Wrong.

Dark, shady, cold,

Fingers grasping at your soul

WRONGNESS.

What is right, she asks?

What is this childish concept called right?

A land of make believe and flowers
Daisies stretching their faces to the sky
Endless episodes of Paw Patrol
Arms that never put you down
Hoses that leak just the right amount of water

Elusive fantasy. Lies.
Whispered broken promises sold to one-year-olds.

I am two.

I am two, and world-weary

My soul is tired
I’m too old to believe in fairy tales.

There is no “right way”
No matter how she begs and pleads.

Mother needs to grow up.
Mother needs to understand.

There is no right. There is only wrong.

That peanut butter sandwich was cut WRONG.

All is darkness. All fading. All is lost.

That’s definitely not dog hair on the plate after I rescued it from the floor.

On Parenting a 7-Year-Old Boy

  1. “No, you can’t have Halloween candy for breakfast.”
  2. “Why in the heck are you….no, you can’t eat cereal on the couch! Go sit at the kitchen table.”
  3. “Aww, I love you, too.”
  4. “GO STAND ON THE WALL!”
  5. “No flossing…yes, I know it’s just a dance move. I don’t care. I’m tired of watching it.”
  6. “Sure, you can ride your bike down the street. Look both ways before crossing…Hey! Come back and get your helmet!”
  7. “GO STAND ON THE WALL! NO ELECTRONICS FOR A WEEK!”
  8. “What are you eating? No, you can’t have those. Those are school snacks! I know you’re hungry- why do you think I’m standing in front of the stove, cooking? School snacks are expensive, and dinner’s almost ready. Put it back. I don’t care if it’s half-eaten, I’ll put it in a ziplock baggie and you can take it with you tomorrow.”
  9. “Quit flossing. If you flossed your teeth as much as you flossed your butt, you’d never have a cavity.”.
  10. “You had a bad dream? Go pee first, then come lay down. Yaaawwwwn. Night, sweetie. I love you, too.