I watch my little one,

So sure of his importance,

He’s genuinely confused 

when he doesn’t get his way,

Disbelief filling his face 

when he hears a solid no.

My little planet, 

thinking he’s a sun, 

everything should revolve

around him.

He’s starting to realize 

life isn’t what he thinks it should be,

a hard lesson at such a tender age.

He fights against it, 

being as cute as he can,

crying 

when he hits his sister, 

snuggling instead of going to bed.

I cave in, 

swayed by his blue eyes,

My fresh evening star