We Forget

We forget the feeling of overwhelming love we felt for them when we first laid eyes on them,

We forget all the blurry thots that went thru our minds for that few seconds,

We forget the dreams that we want them to dream,

As they grow up to have their own minds,

As they grow up to defy us because they are unsure of themselves,

As they grow up to feel their way around in this very complex world,

As they grow up to try to understand all the other complex human beings,

As they grow up to try to understand themselves,

As they grow up to try to understand us and our decisions,

We forget how tough it’s to do all that at their age(s),

We forget that they have it harder now as the pressure piles on,

We forget that we always said before we had kids – all I want is for my kids to be healthy & happy,

We forget all these and look at them with anger and frustration,

We forget that they are only kids and not so much doing stuffs to spite us,

We forget how to fill our hearts with the overwhelming love we felt for them the first time we laid eyes on them.

EJ was like a 90 yr old sage, deep in thots, with his eye brows looking knitted, and appeared to be staring and studying everyone and everything going on in the delivery room. He’s still like that, often deep in thots, and then saying the most queer, well “researched” statements.

AJ’s hair was wet, dark and extremely curly. The moment she was put into the crib, she wailed. Non-stop. Even tho she can be quite a confident one, she needs reassurances constantly. Which is why she needs long, slow, gentle chats.

We forget that it’s vital to stay supportive and calm when they face situations in life. And not handle the situations with anger.
Open arms, always have open arms. Always remind them that our arms will remain open.

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