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I'm A Big Kid Now


Chasing my mom and my sister around the house,

not trying to be as quiet as a mouse.

Touching everything with my hands, 

throwing and slinging rubber bands.

Listening to what my mom said not to do,

then trying it anyway proving that I was coo coo.

With every choice I was told to be patient,

which was hard and only made me impatient.

I had to challenge mom's words of wisdom,

before I realized I am my own kingdom.

My mother's advice now rings in my ear,

so I try very hard to understand and hear.

I'm becoming a man and coming into my own,

I guess that's what mom wanted from my birth as she set my tone.

I'm still learning how patience in a storm can help,

but trust me when I say there are alot less whelps.

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