For years, I pushed my stroller up a never-ending hill, 
Wheeling through mishaps with a mix of grace and spill. 
Tiny me would cry and gripe while I slogged on by, 
Never knowing one day I’d call the shots—oh, my!

Then one bright morning, with a wink and a grin, 
I decided: “Time to be both the teacher and kin!” 
Now I chart my own course with a wink and a nod, 
Embracing sovereignty without waiting for anyone’s prod.

Ice cream pops on sunny days now reign supreme, 
Unless, of course, broccoli dares to crash the dream— 
For my inner voice (the real parental guide) is on call, 
Balancing snack decisions so fun and tall.

I hit the park, swing high, and even scrub behind my ears, 
Reveling in self-love, laughing off all my past fears. 
Each stumble becomes a giggle, every quirky choice a win, 
As I nurture that inner child—and let self-parenting begin.

For better or worse, I ride this joyful rollercoaster so unique, 
With my own brand of guidance, gentle yet cheekily oblique. 
So here’s to the fun of calling your own shots in the race— 
A lifelong dance with yourself, full of charm, wit, and lots grace!! 💖🌠