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.

“My patience, resolutions and beliefs are tested to the limits – sometimes daily.”^*

Right at this moment one of my challenges is the constant, tuneless whistling from my elder son. When my boys were babies it was getting them to sleep or trying to figure out why they were crying. On any given day now, it might be squabbling, fighting, teasing, screaming, shouting or rudeness. Who’d be a parent? We might well question ourselves after the event, but we can’t very well put them back! Just how we find those inner resources, how we constantly demand more of ourselves, how we keep marching up that hill with a smile on our face and gladness in our heart at the sight of our ‘babies’ is one of life’s mysteries.

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