when I was a kid

I sat at the dinner table and made a mess

The adults would clean up,

Bending down under the table to pick up the spilled food.

And I would jaut continue sitting there,

Eating without a care....

When I became an adult,

My kid makes a mess at the table,

And now I have to clean it up.

One day dear son,

You too will stop making messes,

And start cleaning up after others,

Continuing the cycle.

You won't just stop making messes of food... But also in relationships, finance, philosophies and beliefs, time and energy, bills and taxes, 

But for now... just be a kid.

And love doing what you do,

No matter what you do,

You'll be loved by adults.

So that one day,

You too as an adult can love 

The kids that make a mess.