She’s a bundle of sweetness
and brightness and fun
The beauty of springtime,
the warmth of the sun.

She’s innocence covered with
mud, sand and soot
She’s Motherhood dragging
a doll by the foot.

She’s a composite picture
of giggles and tears
Of tantrums, excitement,
amusement and fears.

A bundle of mischief
and often a tease
A creature of moods
not too easy to please.

She can capture your heart
with her pixie-like grin
Or chatter and beg till
your patience wears thin.

But obedient, naughty,
mischievous or coy

She’s Mom’s little darling
and Dad’s pride and joy.

Tags: children, god, poem

Don’t spoil me. I know quite well that I ought not to have all I ask for, I’m only testing you.
Don’t be afraid to be firm with me. I prefer it, it makes me feel secure.
Don’t let me form bad habits. I have to rely on you to detect them in a early stage.
Don’t make me feel smaller then I am. It only makes me behave stupidly “big”

Don’t correct me in front of people, if you can help it.
I’ll take much more notice if you talk quietly with me in private.
Don’t make me feel that my mistakes are sins. It upsets my sense of values.
Don’t protect me from consequences. I need to learn the painful way sometimes.
Don’t be too upset when I say “I hate you”. Sometimes it isn’t you I hate but your power over me.

Don’t take too much notice of my ailments. Sometimes they get me attention I don’t need.
Don’t nag. If you do, I shall have to protect myself by being deaf.
Don’t forget that I cannot explain myself as well as I should like. That’s why I am not always accurate.
Don’t put me off when I ask questions. If you do you’ll find that I stop asking and seek my information elsewhere.

Don’t be inconsistent. That completely confuses me and makes me lose faith in you.
Don’t tell me my fears are silly. They are terribly real and you can do much to reassure me if you try to understand.
Don’t ever suggest that you are perfect or infallible. It gives me too great a shock when I discover that your neither.
Don’t ever think that it is beneath your dignity to apologize to me. An honest apology makes me surprisingly warm towards you.

Don’t forget I love experimenting. I couldn’t get along without it, so please put up with it.
Don’t forget how quickly I am growing up. It must be difficult for you to keep pace with me, but please try to.
Don’t forget that I don’t thrive without lots of love and understanding, but I don’t need to tell you that, do I?
Please keep yourself fit and healthy. I need you.

Tags: children, god, love, thoughts

A hundred years from now no one will remember
How much money I had in the bank
what kind of car I drove
or what kind of job I had.

But I will be remembered
as someone special
because I made a difference
in the life of a child.

Tags: children, god, poem