Parenting is the hardest job we will ever have to do, and the one we get the least training for!

Anyone who knows me knows just how much my kids mean to me.  It is sometimes difficult to keep things in perspective and to remember that they are children and to see things from their perspective.  I have to choose the things that are most important to me, and choose the issues to make my point on.  The rest, I have to ask myself "how important is it?"
As a good friend of mine, Joan, once said "Kids are just a little more fun than they are work"

WHEN YOU THOUGHT I WASN'T LOOKING
By MARY RITA SCHILKE KORZAN

When you thought I wasn't looking you hung my first painting on the
refrigerator, and I wanted to paint another.
When you thought I wasn't looking you fed a stray cat, and I thought
it was good to be kind to animals.
When you thought I wasn't looking you baked a birthday cake just for
me, and I knew that little things were special things.
When you thought I wasn't looking you said a prayer, and I believed
there was a God that I could always talk to.
When you thought I wasn't looking you kissed 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 that it's all right to
cry.
When you thought I wasn't looking you smiled, and it made me want to
look that pretty, too.
When you thought I wasn't looking you cared, and I wanted to be
everything I could be.
When you thought I wasn't looking--I looked . . . and wanted to say
thanks for all those things you did when you thought I wasn't looking.
 

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Parent's Take Heed...

"Daddy, how much do you make an hour?"  With a timid voice and
idolizing eyes, the little boy greeted his father as he returned from
work.
Greatly surprised, but giving his boy a glaring look, the father
said: "Look, sonny, not even your mother knows that. Don't bother me
now, I'm tired."
"But, Daddy, just tell me please!  How much do you make an hour?" the
boy insisted.
The father, finally giving up, replied: "Twenty dollars per hour."
"Okay, Daddy.  Could you loan me ten dollars?" the boy asked. Showing
his restlessness and positively disturbed, the father yelled: "So that
was the reason you asked how much I earn, right?  Go to sleep and
don't bother me anymore!"
It was already dark and the father was meditating on what he said and
was feeling guilty.  Maybe, he thought, his son wanted to buy something.
Finally, trying to ease his mind, the father went to his son's room.
"Are you asleep, son?" asked the father.
"No, Daddy. Why?" replied the boy, partially asleep.
"Here's the money you asked for earlier," the father said.
"Thanks, Daddy!" rejoiced the son, while putting his hand under his
pillow and removing some money. "Now I have enough!  Now I have twenty
dollars!" the boy said to his father, who was gazing at his son,
confused at what his son had just said. "Daddy, could you sell me one
hour of your time?"
They always grow up too fast!  This could be any of us on any given
day!
 

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