Who brighten our days.
In all kinds of wonderful,
Magical ways.
Their innocence comes,
As a gift from above.
And we feel we're surrounded,
By warm, caring love.
Like upside-down rainbows,
Their smiles bring the sun.
And they fill ho-hum moments,
With laughter and fun.
Children are like angels,
Without any wings.
Blessing our lives,
With the most precious things!
~Author Unknown~
Wet Oatmeal Kisses
One of these days you'll explode
and shout to all the kids,
"Why don't you just grow up
and act your age!"
And they will...
Or, "You guys get outside
and find something to do --
without hurting each other
And don't slam the door!"
And they don't.
You'll straighten their
bedrooms
until it's all neat and tidy,
toys displayed on the shelf,
hangers in the closet,
animals caged.
You'll yell,
"Now I want it to stay
this way!"
And it will...
You will prepare a perfect dinner
with a salad that hasn't
had
all the olives picked out
and
a cake with
no finger traces in the icing
and you'll say,
"Now this is a meal
for company."
And you will eat it alone...
You'll yell,
"I want complete
privacy on the phone.
No screaming,
Do you hear me?"
And no one will answer.
No more plastic tablecloths stained
No more dandelion bouquets.
No more iron-on patches.
No more wet, knotted shoelaces,
muddy boots or
rubber bands
for ponytails.
Imagine....
a lipstick with a point,
no babysitters
for New Years Eve,
washing clothes only once a week,
no PTA meetings or silly school
plays
where your child is a tree,
no car pools,
blaring stereos or
forgotten lunch money.
No more Christmas presents made
of library paste and toothpicks,
no wet oatmeal kisses,
no more tooth fairy,
no more giggles in the dark,
scraped knees to kiss
or sticky
fingers to clean
Only a voice asking,
"Why don't you grow up?"
And the silence echoes:
"I did"
Author Unknown
A Mother's Love
It takes a
mother's love
To make a house a home,
A place to be remembered,
No matter where we roam.
It takes a mother's patience
To bring a child up right,
And her courage and her cheerfulness
To make a dark day bright.
It takes a mother's thoughtfulness
To mend the heart's deep "hurts,"
And her skill and her endurance
To mend little socks and shirts.
It takes a mother's kindness
To forgive us when we err,
To sympathize in trouble
And bow her head in prayer.
It takes a mother's wisdom
To recognize our needs
And to give us reassurance
By her loving words and deeds.
It takes a mother's endless faith,
Her confidence and trust
To guide us through the pitfalls
Of selfishness and lust
And that is why in all this world
There could not be another
Who could fulfill God's purpose
As completely as a mother.
--Helen Steiner Rice
A Childs Love!
You have given to me the precious gift of life,
And a wonderful place for me to call my home.
But most of all, you have freely given to me,
The greatest unconditional love, I've ever known.
I feel blessed having been born out of your love,
For you wanting me, without knowing who I'd be.
And now you know who I am, not a day has past,
When I have ever felt that you did not want me.
Without me ever needing to ask for it from you,
You've always been right here for me over the years.
Sharing in so many smiles, as you have felt my joy,
And comforting me in sorrow, wiping away my tears.
You have taught me so much over the many years,
Some I was too young to remember, but lots I do.
But those not remembered, are still part of me,
And I've become who I am today, because of you.
Although I am "my own person", an individual,
I'm thankful that so much of you lives inside me.
If I'd been able to choose my own personality traits,
It would have been yours, that I wanted them to be.
I just want you to know how much I do love you,
And have appreciated everything you have ever done.
I could not have asked for a more special parent,
As in my heart, you will forever be, my number ONE!
This Poem was graciously donated to my site by a very talented lady
Pamela Hall
When You Thought I Wasn't Looking
When you thought I wasn't looking,
I saw you hang my first painting on the refrigerator,
and I wanted to paint another one
When you thought I wasn't looking,
I saw you feed a stray cat,
and I thought it was good to be kind to animals.
When you thought I wasn't looking,
I saw you make my favorite cake for me,
and I knew that little things are special things.
When you thought I wasn't looking,
I heard you say a prayer,
and I believed there is a God I
could always talk to.
When you thought I wasn't looking,
I felt you kiss me good night,
and I felt loved
When you thought I wasn't looking,
I saw tears come from your eyes,
and I learned that sometimes things hurt,
but it's all right to cry.
When you thought I wasn't looking,
I saw that you cared
and I wanted to be everything that I could be.
When you thought I wasn't looking,
I looked ... and wanted to say thanks
for all the things I saw when you thought
I wasn't looking.
Author Unknown
Each of us, parent, grandparent, relative or friend,
influence the life of a child. Please think about your influences on others..
"Well, what are you going to be my boy,
When you have reached manhood's years;
A doctor, a lawyer, or actor great,
Moving throngs to laughter and tears?"
But he shook his head as he gave reply
In a serious way he had:
"I don't think I'd care to be any of them;
I want to be like my Dad!"
Did you ever think as you pause
That the boy who watches your every move
Is building a set of laws?
He's molding a life you're a model for,
And whether it's good or bad
Depends on the kind of example set
To the boy who'd be like his Dad. Would you have him go everywhere you go?
Have him do just the things you do?
And see everything that your eyes behold,
And woo all the things you woo?
When you see the worship that shines in the eyes
Of your lovable little lad,
Could you rest content if he gets his wish
And grows to be like his Dad? It's a job that none but yourself can fill;
It's a charge you must answer for;
It's a duty to show him the road to tread
'Ere he reaches his manhood's door.
It's a debt you owe for the greatest joy
On this old earth to be had;
This pleasure of having a boy to raise
Who wants to be like his Dad!
Author Unknown
"You Don't Love Me!!!"
How many times have you heard
that phrase from your child?
And how many times have you, as a parent,
resisted the urge to tell them how much?
Someday, when my children are old enough
to understand, the logic that motivates Mothers,
I hope to tell them--
I loved you enough to bug you about where you were going,
with whom and what time you would be home.
I even loved you enough to be silent, most of the time,
and let you discover for yourself that your hand-picked
friend was a creep.
And it was even love when I made you return that candy
bar, with a bite out of it, to the store and confess,
"I stole this".
And, I loved you enough to stand over you
for two hours while you cleaned your room,
a job that would have taken me fifteen minutes.
I also learned that it was love that let me admit
when I was wrong and ask for your forgiveness.
And I loved you enough to let you see
anger, disappointment, disgust and tears in my eyes.
And it was because I loved you enough that I didn't
make excuses for your lack of respect or bad manners
and let you assume the responsibility of your own
actions at 6 or 16.
And now I love you enough to let you
stumble, fall, hurt and fail.
And I continue to love you enough to accept
you for who you are and not what I wanted you to be.
And because of my unconditional love for you,
I'm shoving you off my lap, letting go of your hand,
not listening to your pleas and demands--
so you have to stand alone.
But most of all, I loved you enough to say "NO"
when you hated me for it. And that in itself
was the hardest part of all.
by Jan
as published
in
A FLOWERING A FESTIVAL
If a child lives with
criticism,
he learns to condemn.
If a child lives with hostility,
he learns to fight.
If a child lives with fears,
he learns to be apprehensive.
If a child lives with pity,
he learns to feel sorry for himself.
If a child lives with jealousy,
he learns to feel guilty.
If a child lives with encouragement,
he learns to be confident.
If a child lives with tolerance,
he learns to be patient.
If a child lives with praise,
he learns to be appreciative.
If a child lives with acceptance,
he learns to love.
If a child lives with approval,
he learns to like himself.
If a child lives with recognition,
he learns to have a goal.
If a child lives with fairness,
he learns what justice is.
If a child lives with honesty,
he learns what truth is.
If a child lives with security,
he learns to have faith in himself
and in those about him.
If a child lives with friendliness,
he learns that the world
is a good place in which to live.
The Whisper of A Child
A child's love is like a whisper,
given in little ways we do not hear.
But if you listen closely, it will be very clear.
They often do not say it loud, but in how they come to you...
"Daddy, will you play with me?" "Mommy, tie my shoe?"
The many ways they tell you changes as they grow.
"Dad, I made the team today!" "Mom, I've got to go"
"Pop, I need some money,
"You see there's...this girl at school."
"Mama, I met a boy today and wow, he's so cool!"
"Dad, I've got something to tell you...
I think she is the one!"
"Mom, he asked me to marry him.
Would you love him as your son?"
"Dad, I've got some news for you...
"It's going to be a boy!"
"Mom, I'm kind of scared of this,
yet I'm filled with joy!"
A child's love is like a whisper,
given in little ways we do not hear.
But if you listen closely, it will be very clear.
They often do not say it loud,
but in how they come to you...
"Grandpa, will you play with me?
Grandma, tie my shoe?"
It is never ending, a blessing from above.
Listen to the whispers of a child's love.
--Author Unknown
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