Here is a bit of a sing-song ditty written for my youngest son when he was in full toddler mode. As my fourth child, and youngest son, he had the attention of a more mature mom who watched in wonder at all the things he could accomplish in one day.
A certain Shakespeare, wise and sage,
Claimed that “all the world’s a stage.”
But Kolby with a small red stool
Knows all the house to be his school.
Just give him pen in pudgy hand
And we’ll have drawings, great and grand.
Over cupboard, wall and chest;
A beaming smile – he’s done his best!
Now, art is through; it’s music time!
He’ll make a melody sublime.
Out come pot lids, spoon and pan,
Concerto swells – give him a hand!
Discover science all around.
Can kittens fly when deftly thrown?
Can teeth be brushed with a comb?
With bowls of beans and wheat and rice,
A chemist, mixing potions – nice!
No matter that they were apart;
Together now, a soup they’ll start!
Now P.E. is important, too.
No trampoline? The bed will do.
A climbing urge that just won’t stop
From oven door, to counter-top!
For Mom and Dad, four walls compose
A room to sit, to talk, repose.
But Kolby with his toddler yearning,
Finds this a place of higher learning!
Karen Walker, 1981