We don’t expect much from infants.
We feel lucky for getting a smile out,
A giggle is like a million bucks.
Little humans have no heavy expectations
And we expect nothing from them.
We tell them,
And so they do.
With each passing day
They grow older
And the expectations begin to mount.
Before we know it, we have a rambunctious child
On our hands.
We ask them ‘What do you want to be when you grow up?’
And we expect an answer.
Preferably a good one. One that will make
A great story some day.
Before long the child becomes a teen,
Awkwardly expecting to be taken very seriously.
And yet we tell them they are still young
And should not expect to be given anything
In life. ‘Don’t be entitled’ we say.
And we expect them to listen.
By the time that teen becomes an adult
The expectations grow to a fever pitch
Those answers we gave as little kids
Now come back to haunt us .
We do not yet have a magnificent story to tell,
Somehow we’ve been duped.
And so now, with no one left to turn to
We come to terms with the fact
That the expectations we grapple with most,
Are our own.
We ask ourselves
‘’What ever did become of our expectations?’’