Whose Child Is This?

We have seen this child
Be numerous things:
A spirited rascal,
An imp with a mischievous grin,
An innocent babe,
A ruthless tyrant,
A quiet angel
And a belligerent brat.
He is a product of love,
Or more likely, lust!
He is a complex beast,
This child of ours.
When he is good,
We swell with pride
And dance with joy,
Each proclaiming
Our genes at play.
When he is not,
And it is a battle of wits,
Us against him,
And we appear to be losing,
Then we each would claim,
“It is your genes,
Not mine!”
Whose child is this?
We ask ourselves,
Knowing and sometimes fearing,
He reflects us.