An inspirational parenting poem can be what you need to perk you up a little after a stressful day of handling your kids.
There's several parenting poems below, some with a pinch of humor which I hope will soothe your harried being, let you know you really aren't alone and give you the courage to recharge and move on.
Parenting is NOT no sweat, well it does involve lots of sweating of the body, mind and heart. But at the end of the day, children are here to train us to become better people, hopefully become wiser and more fulfilled in the process of raising up babies into independent adults.
Even if the idea of your kids all grown-up seems a bit far-fetched right now. It'll soon come to pass, really, and by then you won't have any baby or kid who bugs you all day. Who knows, maybe till then you'll start missing those kiddy days...
Meanwhile, I hope you enjoy these inspiring poems about parenting and children.
A Child to Love by Author Unknown
You can have your wealth and riches All the things so many seek, Position, power, and success, The fame you long to keep.
You can earn as much as you wish, Reach a status high above, But none of these can equal Having one sweet child to love.
'Tis the greatest gift from heaven, Little arms that hold you tight, And a kiss so soft and gentle When you tuck them in at night.
A million precious questions And each story often read, Two eyes so bright and smiling, And a darling tousled head.
God has never matched the goodness Of a trusting little face, Or a heart so full of laughter Spreading sunshine every place.
A child to hold and cuddle, 'Tis a gift from God above, And the world is so much brighter When you have a child to love.
Daddy My Hero by Fion Lim
Dear Daddy please slow down and can you please hold my little hand? I'm growing up as fast as I could so I could catch up with you and follow you everywhere you may go
Don't you see Daddy you're my hero and I'm observing your actions and learning from you because I want to grow up to be like you
So Daddy please don't hurry away as my little feet can't catch up and I may stumble and fall and be left behind But I'll pick myself up and hurry over So I can always see what you're doing
I love how when you slow down and pick me up and carry me in your arms as then I could see at your eye level feeling all safe and secure in your arms and that's when I can see what you see
Don't spoil me. I know quite well that I ought not to have all I ask for - I'm only testing you. Don't be afraid to be firm with me. I prefer it, it makes me feel secure. Don't let me form bad habits. I have to rely on you to detect them in the early stages. Don't make me feel smaller than I am. It only makes me behave stupidly "big". Don't correct me in front of people if you can help it. I will take much more notice if you talk quietly to me in private. Don't make me feel that my mistakes are sins. It upsets my sense of values. Don't protect me from consequences. I need to learn the painful way sometimes. Don't be upset when I say, "I hate you". Sometimes it isn't you I hate but your power to thwart me. Don't take too much notice of my small ailments. Sometimes they get me the attention I need. Don't nag. If you do, I shall have to protect myself by appearing deaf. Don't forget that I cannot explain myself as well as I should like. That is why I am not always accurate. Don't put me off when I ask questions. If you do you will find that I'll stop asking and I'll seek my information elsewhere. Don't be inconsistent. That completely confuses me and makes me lose faith in you. Don't tell me my fears are silly. They are terribly real and you can do much to reassure me if you try to understand. Don't ever suggest that you are perfect or infallible. It gives me too great a shock when I discover that you are neither. Don't ever think that it is beneath your dignity to apologize to me. An honest apology makes me surprisingly warm towards you. Don't forget that I love experimenting. I couldn't get along without it, so please put up with it. Don't forget how quickly I am growing up. It must be very difficult for you to keep pace with me but please do try. Don't forget that I don't thrive without lots of love and understanding, but I don't need to tell yo, do I?
Please keep yourself fit and healthy. I need you.
No Children! by Edgar A. Guest
No children in the house to play-- It must be hard to live that way! I wonder what the people do When night comes on and the work is through, With no glad little folks to shout, No eager feet to race about, No youthful tongues to chatter on About the joy that's been and gone? The house might be a castle fine, But what a lonely place to dine!
No children in the house at all, No fingermarks upon the wall, No corner where the toys are piled-- Sure indication of a child. No little lips to breathe the prayer That God shall keep you in His care, No glad caress and welcome sweet When night returns you to your street; No little lips a kiss to give-- Oh, what a lonely way to live!
No children in the house! I fear We could not stand it half a year. What would we talk about at night, Plan for and work with all our might, Hold common dreams about and find True union of heart and mind, If we two had no greater care Than what we both should eat and wear? We never knew love's brightest flame Until the day the baby came.
And now we could not get along Without their laughter and their song. Joy is not bottled on a shelf, It cannot feed upon itself, And even love, if it shall wear, Must find its happiness in care; Dull we'd become of mind and speech Had we no little ones to teach. No children in the house to play! Oh, we could never live that way!
The Unglam Mom by Fion Lim
How many days I feel so spent exhausted run down Till I wonder if it's worth it all There goes my work goals, routines, Days of dressing up pretty and nice Words like carefree, solo, single Are yesterday vocabulary. Shopping, gatherings, late night outs Are yesterday past times.
Now look at me Plain boring nondescript dressing Gone with the high heels and makeup In with flat pumps and BB cream A quick haircut requires an arrangement I do feel unglam and quite uncertain Today I'm not slim or in trend as before
But you see I have a baby to care for He takes up my days and nights He really is a 24/7 chore He takes away order and creates mess He awakens me to wonder and inner strength He introduces me to minimalistic and sacrifices He tests me in patience, prayer and play He brings with him laughter and joy
So now I see My baby is transforming into a toddler The initial months rolling by fast Some days are much tougher and I may have been weak and broken down But there are many good days Where it is beyond words to be a mom
I may not be a glam mom now I may not be all chic and confident But I am giving my best shot at "momdom" And I do have my baby to love and care for He truly fills up my days and nights!