I sort of stumble across this one meaningful poem and I intend to want to adhere to it... for I realized that Jaden is growing up so fast, one day I will be asking where did my baby go?
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, 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 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.
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