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If I Had My Child To Raise
Over Again... If I had my child to raise
over again, I’d finger-paint more, and
point the finger less. I would do less correcting and
more connecting. I’d take my eyes off my watch, and watch with my eyes. I would care to know less and
know to care more. I’d take more hikes and fly
more kites. I’d stop playing serious, and
seriously play. I would run through more
fields and gaze at more stars. I’d do more hugging and less
tugging. I’d build self-esteem first,
and the house later. I would be firm less often,
and affirm much more. I’d teach less about the love
of power, And more about the power of
love. ~Diane Loomans |
My Hands Were Busy… My hands were busy through the
day I didn’t have much time to
play The little games you asked me
to, I didn’t have much time for
you. I’d wash your clothes; I’d sew
and cook But when you’d bring your
picture book And ask me please to share
your fun, I’d say, “A little later,
Son.” I’d tuck you in all safe at
night And hear your prayers, turn
out the light, Then tiptoe softly to the
door... I wish I’d stayed a minute
more. For life is short, the years
rush past... A little boy grows up so fast. No longer is he at your side, His precious secrets to
confide. The picture books are put
away, There are no longer games to
play, No goodnight kiss, no prayers
to hear, That all belongs to
yesteryear. My hands, once busy, now are
still. The days are long and hard to
fill. I wish I could go back and do The little things you asked me
to! ~Author Unknown |
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Mothers are so many things…. Fern Baumeister found
this on a mother’s day from her daughter: My Mom My Mother Is: A nurse when I had bronchitis, A baker when she makes cinnamon buns, A housekeeper when we go to school, A clothes washer when I get grass spots on my dress, A mender when my button came off my coat, An ironer when she irons my Brownie uniform, A shopper for rabbit food, A teacher when she learned me how to walk, A seamstress when she made a dress, A playmate when she plays ball, She is strong when she takes my teeth out, She is kind when she lets me go on the swings, She is pretty when she puts lipstick on, She is happy when we go to school. Love Nikky |
The Teen Commandments I. Stop and think before you drink -- THEN DON’T. II. Don’t let your parents down; they brought you up. III. Be humble enough to
obey. You will be giving orders
yourself someday. IV. At the first moment turn
away from unclean thinking-- at the first moment! V. Don’t show off driving.
If you want to race, go to Indianapolis. VI. Choose a date that would
make a good mate. VII. Pray to God often and
faithfully. VIII. Choose your companions
carefully---you are what they are. IX. Avoid following the
crowd. Be an engine --not a caboose. X. Or even better-- Keep the original Ten Commandments. |