If I had my child to raise all 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 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
2 comments:
I was given this poem at my baby shower and I treasure it! I also want to go back and reread all Erma Bombeck books - she had parenting in the most down to earth hilarious perspective!
I need to print that out and hang it in my bathroom as a daily morning reminder to me. That is perfect!
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