My perfectly
imperfect princess
Sometimes you make me want to
pull out my hair; scream and yell
just get up and walk out
but I never do.
Count to ten.
Sometimes you're naughty and rude
you're defiant and stubborn
you still act like a baby
some days I can’t take that.
Count again.
Sometimes I get so sick and tired
of hospitals and specialists and tests
what did I do to deserve this life?
breathe in, breath out;
Count to ten.
Sometimes you frustrate and anger me
and you drive me to despair
there are days I wish I didn't care
but I can’t turn off love.
Count again
Sometimes I get so very mad
about things beyond your control
please listen! Please try! Please stop.
Tears roll down my face.
Count to ten.
So you may not be the world's idea
of 'perfect' or even 'normal'
but who define what that is anyway
and does it really matter?
You're my rainbow after the storm
my sweet and innocent princess
with a smile that melts my heart
and a laugh that brightens my world
So what did I do to deserve you?
My perfectly imperfect princess
I know I’m not punished but blessed
and I’m so glad you're mine for a while.
“Being at home can be fun, insulating, relaxed, boring or isolating ... depending on how the day is going.”*
School holidays are almost over in my part of the world – six long weeks of noise and squabbling balanced by hot, lazy days at the beach or the pool with lots of daring exploits and laughter. Many of our days were spent at home, basking in simple pleasures like baking, playing games or outdoor pursuits – trying to relax the everyday routines of school-morning bustle and ‘having to be somewhere on time’. However pleasant, I must admit to being relieved that life gets back to normal next week, and I can reclaim some of my own time for writing again!
* From Being Mummy by Anne‑marie Taplin published April 2007