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We navigate our childhoods

With our parents at the wheel,

Smooth sailing for the lucky ones;

For others, an ordeal.

 

Along the way, we learn and grow,

Absorbing what we see,

Then choosing what we’ll keep or toss,

Deciding who we’ll be.

 

At some point we can steer ourselves

And once we take control,

Our moms and dads no longer play,

For us, a starring role.

 

It’s strange that all that effort,

Which is parenthood’s intent,

May yield outcomes unexpected,

Not requiring consent.