If I had my child to raise all over again,
I'd finger-paint more, and point the finger less.
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.
Id 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 new 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
I will do another post later today, but really just wanted to let this poem stand on it's own.
2 comments:
Nice poem - especially appreciated since my younger daughter just turned 10!
Thanks for your comment in my blog.You are so kind!A kiss from Italy,Anna
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