The Joys of Motherhood
Her chubby hands crept
round my neck
And whispered words I can't forget.
They cast a light upon my soul--
On secrets no one knew.
They startled me, I hear them yet:
"Someday I'll be like you!"
A mother understands
what a child
does not say.
A mother is not to be
another person--she is incomparable
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
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.
Where do you
wanna go now?