To My Thirteen Year Old

To My Thirteen Year Old short poem

Photo by Meredith Bell

Dear Nikkie,
Today, you are on the threshold of a wondrous world
A world that will be fascinating, fun and lots of discoveries
You are stepping out of your baby clothes
And entering the almost adult world
You may be alarmed at some things
Astonished at others
But just know that Mummy & Papa are right by your side
Holding your hands and guiding you on
You can let go of our hands to explore the world
We might feel hurt for a while
But we will be very happy to see our butterfly spread her wings and fly.
You might hold on tightly to our hands
That may also hurt us a bit
But we will be happy to see you build your strength and grow
Nikkie, when you came into my life,
I was still a fumbling adult
I was married but I hadn’t grown up
My dreams were young and I had stars in my eyes
When I heard for the first time that you were inside me,
I almost cried
I had no idea how I would hold you
I had no idea how I would care for you
And I trusted you to teach me all!
You were a pro
You taught me to be a mom
You taught me how to care for babies
You taught me how to sing lullabies and you rocked me to bed
And even today, after thirteen years
I look at you for help
I don’t know how I will be able to deal with teenage tantrums
I am hoping you will teach me
I am hoping you will be patient with me and hold my hands
And help me tumble through yet another glorious phase with you.
I am bright eyed and so excited that you are growing up
And helping me grow too.
I have learnt patience from you
Grace from you
And immense unconditional love!
Thank you Nikkie for choosing me
I don’t know what I would have done without you!
I love you lots and I promise to be a good disciple!

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Preeti
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Indeed children teach elders so much…they are almost an institution by themselves:) Very well-written!

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