Gluey artworks on the fridge,
Upturned chairs to make a bridge,
Jumping on sofas, climbing up trees,
Picking up pebbles and stomping on leaves.
'I'm a big boy now' but still wants a bottle,
Finds some things hard but goes for it full throttle,
'Go away mummy!' but then wants a cuddle,
A head full of questions, back teeth and muddle.
No longer a baby, still not quite a boy,
Often a headache, more often a joy,
Soon will come pre-school, new challenges, fears,
Mummy will be here to wipe away tears.
Childhood is fleeting so try to hold on,
They're growing so fast now, so stuborn and strong,
Hug them each day, let them know that you're there,
Then give them their freedom, their life's yours to share.
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