4.5/30 Ode to Millennialism (lune)

There's a disconnect
I'm not feeling the level
  of respect deserved

As your parent
you're supposed to listen, obey
  heed my words

Left to your
individual growth and learning, while
  doing, you diverted

Seems you like
to listen and do more
  as your friends

They didn't raise
  you. Played no part in
   feeding, clothing, sheltering

Still you feel
  entitled. To what I ask?
Show me work.

Explain your accomplishments
Make me understand your plight
Where's your insight?

Sure technology makes
  it easier. Work still has
   to be done

Don't let social
  networking, reality TV, rap videos
   steer you wrong

I realize we're
  generationally different, maybe
  even polar opposites

Doesn't mean everything
  changes just to benefit your
   way of thinking

Work is work
It must be done, if
  you want more

Do better, be
  better should be the goal
You're just starting

That's why I
  do not understand why you're
   departing, not listening

Education is a
  must. Build the knowledge you
   need to make it

This world is
  harsh. It's all a competition
   you can win

Still there is
  the work with more effort
   than you realized

It's not easy
  when I give you advice
   not to please me

To give you
  the lessons I learned the
    the hard way

Do not be
  dismayed. Just because it looks
  difficult. It really is

That's the whole
  point of raising you, to
   guide and nurture

I am trying
  to prepare you for the
    future. Get it?

So again I
  ask? What makes you so
   entitled? Thought not.

©2014 Sharbi3

3/30 Untitled

My daughter, a teenager now, said she didn't want me to ask about her. She said I was being a helicopter mom. I didn't realize that my caring and desire to be a concerned parent was such a bad thing. I always wanted to give my youth their own space to grow but still be there to nurture, guide and support them. So I didn't really know how to take what my daughter said. She is the youngest of my three. They grow up so fast.

I wrote my 3/30 with this on my mind. It's untitled. I hope it makes sense. There's no guide on how to parent. It's more than watering seeds. I'm not a perfect parent, no parent is. Most just want better for there children, that's my true desire.

3/30

Just as water seeps into the ground
Sun warming earth
Creating an environment so profound
A seedling touched
new life proceeds

Watching my belly grow
Never did I foresee
parenting in me
I remembered how it was
For me
Growing up
I wanted something different
Not be the same as my parents
Where would I start?

Feeling your movement
My blood pulsing through your veins
Filling my soul with joy as I realized
That God had chosen me
Paired me with a new soul

All I thought was what would I do?
How could I ever prepare myself for this kind of new.
Then I saw your face and when you opened your eyes
It was mine that you met for the first time.
To conceive is a natural progression
Just like learning, growing and rising to meet the sun.

My star was born
Sprung from my universe
I didn't know and often wondered how far my light would shine
But as I watched you grow
All the unknowns were not filled with fear
An innate feeling, just like a flower that grows not knowing if it will bloom
I felt it, I knew it
Because all I see
is me in you.