Parachute from Heaven Poem

I’m laughing up in Heaven at a scene that just unfold,

It’s really a common one whose story must be told!

All my children are now grown but I can see them from my seat,

And I laugh and laugh and laugh hearing my old words repeat.

When I was a young parent, I made many rules to follow.

And to my children’s ears fell deaf and always sounded hollow.

There was one basic rule called not playing in the street,

Explaining that a road for cars isn’t meant for little feet.

They’d just roll their eyes and call me a big nag,

I must admit that when they did, it made me somewhat sad.

As they grew more rules were formed to keep them from harms way,

But every rule met scowls and stomps in attempts to win that day.

And when they found my rules were strong and not about to change,

I’m sure you can imagine the verbal battles we’d exchange!

My oldest locked himself inside a room to scream and shout,

But that just made my mind up that my rules I should not doubt!

While he was safe inside his room pitching a great fit,

His friends were driving wildly and a large tree they sadly hit.

The middle one, oh how she could argue and debate all the rules,

But I’m sure that’s why she graduated at the top of her law school!

My youngest, oh that youngest, how he’d buck and charge and fight,

But I always knew inside my heart that my rules were done just right.

I know because I watched them grow into fine and smart adults,

So being called pain and pest gave me justified results.

And now I watch from Heaven and I laugh most every day,

As they argue parent’s rules with their children come what may.

My oldest is now the “pest” for the rules he does enforce,

And the middle is a “pain” when they lose each battle course.

And my youngest, oh that youngest, now he is the “meanie-dad” and “nag”,

And it gives me so much pleasure that in Heaven I still brag!

My children are great parents and they love their children so,

And one day, yes I pray one day, that their children too will know.

That rules are not to punish or to criticize and blame,

But to keep them safe in love and all parents do the same.

If I could parachute from Heaven to explain this all I would,

To let them know their parents are doing what is good.

So if you are a parent who gets called a meanie, nag and pest,

Just laugh and shake your head since time will handle all the rest!