I remember when I was younger
Waking one Christmas day
To juggling balls in my stocking
And I couldn’t wait to play
I soon realized the torture
Of keeping everything in the air
Complete concentration required
Or some talent or natural flair
I swiftly gave up trying
Those three small balls too much for me
And now that adult life has hit
You can’t quit that easily
I know that you are still so new
And that we need time to adjust
But it hasn’t even been two years
Yet my newborn skills seem to have rust
I know that I can comfort you
I can bathe you and get you dressed
These simple acts of care I give
Still seem to leave me stressed
I guess now we have the juggle
One that we didn’t have before
As we went from two, to three
To two, then back to three, now four
With one child living in our house
We always had things covered
Your mum and I could tag team
Until the other one recovered
But this new dynamic will take time
And for now we must just struggle
Moving day to day together
Learning how to juggle
