This is a poem I wrote several years ago, just after having my middle son. I think many of you will find that you can relate :o).

To the Child

Spit-up, diapers, and runny noses,
Stumbling steps and awkward poses.
Swollen gums and teething rings,
A purple dinosaur that sings.
Picking noses, eating paste,
Changing classes without haste.
Dating, hormones, and driving cars,
Thinking your parents are from Mars.
The joy of a child is apparent,
But only to those who are a parent.