Tricks Of The Trade For Mom And Dad Poem by Dominique Payne

Conceiving is the easy part and birth I hear is hard
Although some say its easy others leave with belly scars
You'll need a million and one pampers because this child needs to be nursed
And when thy're turning one years old you'll wonder whose name they'll say first
Terrible two's now there no joke, they're always up and never take a seat
And they learn to open the refridgerator door to eat and eat and eat
3,4 and 5 are simply a breeze because now they know right from wrong
But still they will drive you nuts when singing those nursery songs
6 and 7 and 8 and 9 then 10 and 11 and 12
They will put some distance between you and do things for themselves
13 and 14 do beware, those hormones are starting to rage
When boys and girls think of themselves as more then just playmates
15 an 16 they will want to party and stay out all night
And you'll say no and they'll say yes and there goes you first big fight
At 17 they understand the rules but know how to get what they want
Begging to do anything for it, don't listen-its all a front
At 18 years, you'll sit back and marvel at what you've done
Doing your best and have created this great daughter or son