A Mother's Inspiration
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A Privledge!
A Mother's Prayer
If I Had My Child toRaise All Over Again
If I had my child to raise all over again, I'd build self-esteem first, and the house later. 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, & 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 see the oak tree in the acorn more often. I would be firm less often, and affirm much more. I'd model less about the love of power, And more about the power of love. by: Diane Loomans |
The cleaning and scrubbing can wait till tomorrow But children grow up as I've learned to my sorrow. So quiet down cobwebs; Dust, go to sleep! I'm rocking my baby and babies don't keep. -Ruth Hulbert Hamilton |
A Privilege! I count it as a privilege, I count it cause for praise to kiss my children goodnight at the close of every-day. For I know too soon they're up and gone, and walking out the door And I'll never have a child to kiss goodnight any more. It's very strange how times have changed from the present to the past. When did they grow so quickly the time has flown so fast. For it seems like only yesterday I helped him with his shirt, Or pat my baby on the back, Or kissed away a hurt. Tell a story, read a book, wipe a nose, or tie a shoe. They never ask me to rub their backs the way they use to do. Once it was a bother, just a troublesome kind of chore. But now I would give anything to do it just once more. Mommy, bounce me on your knee Daddy, flip me in the air. Throw a rubber ball to me and help me comb my hair. Mommy, tickle my tummy... Daddy hold me high. Let's go outside, for a while, or make a kite to fly... I count it as a privilege I count it cause for praise To kiss my children goodnight at the close of every-day For I know too soon they're up and gone And walking out the door And I'll never have a child to kiss Goodnight anymore! - Author unknown |
A Mother's Prayer by Marguerite Kelly Help me give my children the best- not of trappings or toys, but of myself, cherishing them on good days and bad, theirs and mine. Teach me to accept them for who they are, not for what they do; to listen to what they say, if only so they will listen to me; to encourage their goals, not mine; and please, let me laugh with them and be silly. Let me give them a home where respect is the cornerstone, integrity the foundation, and there is enough happiness to raise the roof. May I give them the courage to be true to themselves; the independence to take care of themselves and the faith to believe in a power much greater than their own. See that I discipline my children without demeaning them, demand good manners without forgetting my own and let them know they have limitless love, no matter what they do. Let me feed them properly, clothe them adequately and have enough to give them small allowances- not for the work they do but the pleasure they bring-and let me moderate in all these things, so the joy of getting will help them discover the joy of giving. See that their responsibilities are real but not burdensome, that my expectations are high but not overwhelming and that my thanks and praise are thoughtful and given when they're due. Help me teach them that excellence is work's real reward, and not the glory it brings. But when it comes-and it will-let me revel in each honor, however small, without once pretending that it's mine; my children are glories enough. Above all, let me ground these children so well that I can dare to let them go. And may they be so blessed. |
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