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A new born child is innocent, using their five senses for the first time,Does not see what the world has to offer, but only sees what’s right in front of their eyes.They are speechless as they grow off their parent’s character and discipline,Inch by inch, pound by pound they develop more into a young boy or girl.They feel different emotions, they discover enemies and friends, they get introduced to the basic rules of life like what's the right and wrong way to behave and BAM..
Those little boys and girls aren't quite little anymore
As time passes along and those years have faded, they soon blossom into teenagers
Where they see a different side to the world they have never seen before
Where its in their hands to decide what kind of future they want for themselves,
and to divide their time wisely and responsibly between school, a social life, and possibly having a job.
Parents tend to ease off, from always watching over them to putting faith in them to make a good decision
This stage of life is a test of their maturity.
When that test is completed, its as if the world is rotating as you age and is now showing off a new part of the world,
The college life.
No body said it was easy, your alone but so is everybody else your surrounded by,
Its about taking chances, letting new people in while containing a strong steady mind.
Where people rip you apart to bits and pieces and as a nineteen year old you have the power to let it affect you or not,
It's your time to decide what kind of person you want to convey,
And somewhere in the mist of things, you do start to find yourself
And hopefully you walk out with a hunger to give it your all in life
It's time.
You know to get your head out of the clouds and make things happen.
Another side of the world faces your way,
you enter.
Its mother hood and marriage.
Your selfish ways are long gone, those kids come first,
Your their protection, their idol,
You trace the steps of your mother because your unfamiliar,
You feel warmth that your finally settling
Your not in lock down, you know its good to be in love
Your not ashamed of your mistakes, you watch your kids grow up,
And in your eyes, their ideal.
It’s now your turn to do all the seeking,
Your there to fall back on but right now your just doing all the observing,
How once your little boy or girl now has their own family,
What a pushover you are,
You know you’re a grandmother