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Reflections of a Mother

A Father's Prayer

I'll Love You Forever

Where Eagles Fly

An Eagle

Priorities

A Parent's Love

 

 

 

 




this is for my son.....


Reflections of a Mother
(Author Unknown)

I gave you life,
but cannot live it for you.

I can teach you things,
but I cannot make you learn.

I can give you directions,
but I cannot be there to lead you.

I can allow you freedom,
but I cannot account for it.

I can take you to church,
but I cannot make you believe.

I can teach you right from wrong,
but I cannot always decide for you.

I can buy you beautiful clothes,
but I cannot make you beautiful inside.

I can offer you advice,
but I cannot accept it for you.

I can give you love,
but I cannot force it upon you.

I can teach you to share,
but I cannot make you unselfish.

I can teach you respect,
but I cannot force you to show honor.

I can advise you about friends,
but cannot choose them for you.

I can advise you about sex,
but I cannot keep you pure.

I can tell you the facts of life,
but I can't build your reputation.

I can tell you about drink,
but I can't say "no" for you.

I can warn you about drugs,
but I can't prevent you from using them.

I can tell you about lofty goals,
but I can't achieve them for you.

I can teach you about kindness,
but I can't force you to be gracious.

I can warn you about sins,
but I cannot make you moral

I can love you as a child,
but I cannot place you in God's family.

I can pray for you,
but I cannot make you walk with God.

I can teach you about Jesus,
but I cannot make Jesus your Lord.

I can tell you how to live,
but I cannot give you eternal life.

I can love you with unconditional love
all of my life... and I will!!!

Always, Mom


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I am very proud of my son...he is a fine young man,
a good husband and a wonderful father!




 





note: though this is entitled a "Father's Prayer",
I feel it is so special and so meaningful that
I had to include it here...



A FATHER'S PRAYER
by General Douglas MacArthur

Build me a son Oh Lord, who will be strong enough
to know when he is weak, and brave enough
to face himself when he is afraid;
one who will be proud and unbending in honest
defeat, and humble and gentle in victory.

Build me a son whose wishbone will not be
where his backbone should be; a son who will
know Thee - and that to know himself
is the foundation of knowledge.

Lead him, I pray, not in the path of ease
and comfort, but under the stress and spur of
difficulties and challenge. Here, let him learn
compassion for those who fail.

Build me a son whose heart will be clear,
whose goal will be high; a son who will master
himself before he seeks to master other men;
one who will learn to laugh, yet never
forget how to weep, one who will reach into
the future, yet never forget the past.

And after all these things are his, add, I pray,
enough of a sense of humor, so that he
may always be serious, yet never take himself
too seriously. Give him humility, so that
he may always remember the simplicity of true
greatness, the open mind of true
wisdom, the meekness of true strength.

Then, I his father, will dare to whisper:
"I have not lived in vain."


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click on title below to read a lovely
story...I gave my son the little book
a couple years ago...it never fails
to bring tears to my eyes when I read it...

Love You Forever
by Robert Munsch

 

 

 





Priorities
A hundred years from now it will not matter what my
bank account was, the sort of house I lived in, or the
kind of car I drove, but the world may be different
because I was important in the life of a child....
... Forest Witcraft

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(this is something I firmly believe!!)

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A Parent's Love

I remember holding you
when you were just a child.
I kissed your tears away,
chased the monsters away that hid
underneath your bed.
And I never told your friends that
you slept with your teddy bear.
But now...
your precious life is full
of friends and fun
and you no longer have the time
for silly bedtime stories
or guessing what each funny shaped cloud is
as it drifts overhead.
No more time for building castles in the sand
or little animals out of play-dough.
You no longer kiss me goodnight.
But that's ok, my precious child,
because it's all a part of your growing up.
And I'm proud of who you're becoming.
I've been there through all the changes
standing in your shadow.
Someday you'll be like me...
and you'll understand this love
and you'll look at me with knowing eyes
as you wipe chocolate cake off your baby's face.

-Poem by Julana Lyn McGinty






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