Keepin’ It Real

I thought I was a good person, then I had a child.

Every belief I hold dear is questioned.

Every action I take is closely examined.

Every trait I embody is reflected back to me.

Sometimes it makes me proud.

Sometimes it makes me cringe.

But always it makes me look inside and reflect,

On the person I am, the person he sees, and the person I want to be.


There is nowhere to hide from the innocent eyes of a child.

I no longer shrink from his penetrating gaze.

I embrace the lessons I am learning,

And realize we are raising each other.