Mom, how did you manage?

Are there bones inside?

Wonder how they hide,
Days, months, years long
Till they show up strong!

So minute nails linger
At the tip of each finger
Does cutting too happen
For the tiny nails grown?

Hunger, they can't say,
Natural calls, no way
To handle themselves right
Is a step by step project.

Is it a miracle or a magic?
No parent does panic.
Baby takes its own course
Day by day it grows.

But tell me this in real,
How the mom does deal?
From such a delicate doll,
How she made us so tall?

My mom had two of us
Differing just by two years
How mom, did you manage,
Myself soft of zero age,

With the still so younger
Yet so called, elder sister?
So did muse my son
When he is now fifteen!