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They say that you're lucky
I nod quietly
They say he's amazing
To which I agree
Sometimes he is Jekyll
Sometimes he is Hyde
And me?
I'm just flailing
Along for the ride.

OK, so poetry is NOT my strong suit, but this whole thing just popped into my head last night and I thought you could all relate!

ha ha that is me!!!! love it, thanks! Nan

What can you say at the end of the day
When your toddler argues against using the potty?
If you are old enough to argue with me
Then you know enough to use the potty to pee
Not on my floor even if it is your body.�

Is it pride or a pain when your toddler again�
Has turned the tv to cartoons?
While it shows that he's able�
You paid for the cable
And you're already watching the news.

And wait till the day they look up and say,
"No mom, I want a real one. Mine's not good."
Are you proud that he sees clearly for such a small boy?
Maybe a little, but at the same time
Kids should be satisfied with just toys.
(But baby, the other kids are.)



He's past toddler into pre-school age, but this is the best I could do spur of the moment. �

LOL! Love it!

Love them both! Email Hoagies!!! We need these poems to prove that we aren't crazy.
Grinity

OK, I can't resist...

T he strange things that pop into my
H ead
E nter without warning.

S ometimes quietly and sometimes
T oo loudly.
R andom ideas,
A nd
n ot so random ideas or fears, or hopes�.or dreams�
G ingerly I explore them, weigh them and sometimes even
E mbrace them. But�

T oo often I am not sure what to do with these strange ideas. These
H uge moments of clarity or insanity which :
I am
N ot always able to tell apart.
G limmering, simmering, strange ideas that distract and confound and inspire.
S trange ideas that make sense, even

I f only for a moment.
N ot only from my head though, these strange ideas.

M y children, my
Y oung, brilliant, creative, inspiring, frustrating, demanding, amazing children

H ave much to do with these strange ideas, as they,
E ach of them, fill my world, with questions and wonders and
A nswers
D etermined to find in me, the audience that they so rarely find in school.

OR...on the lighter side:

When I imagined becoming a Mama
I expected both laughter and trauma
But my very young talkers
Drew skeptics and gawkers
Who knew there'd be all of this drama?!

("author's" note: my "very young" talkers were practically delayed talkers compared to most of the kiddos mentioned here, but hey, poetic license is allowed, right? )

awesome! contact Carolyn K @ Hoagies.

Son I know you're mind
Will develop just fine
Like mamma's and grandpa's and dad's
Your heart's good and true
As I spend time with you
We're making the good times we've had
Born into the world with promise
If family life don't fail us
We'll do whatever we will
With talent and skill�
With heart and desire
With passionate fire�
The world owns us
We're caught in it's gaze
Wrapped up in amazement�
Searching humanity
Learning humility
Denying futility
We own each other too. �
What do you want to do?
I'm still here with you.�

-Mamma

This was my son's poem from a while ago for a school assignment. He said being gifted is a bit like magic, not easily understood, weird and far out from normal, but necessary.

S ometimes, people are afraid of people who are Different.
O nly, Different does not always equal evil.
R elying on each other, the Different can accomplish much.
C arrying the weight of the needs of others,
E very day, the Different face many perils.
R escuing those in need sometimes takes those who are Different,
Y et still people fear and despise the Different.