About a week ago, I came across a poem that made me stop and think about me being a parent. I hate being stressed out, and always yelling at my kids. I know, trust me, I know it is a choice. I have decided to make a choice and start enjoying my children (as I have tried and tried before). But I want to look back and not regret worrying about this or that, I want to know I did everything I could to make them happy. So enjoy the poem... Maybe it'll have some profound impact on you. Or not. It's ok, it did on me ;)
If I Had My Child To Raise Again
If I had my child to raise 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.
-Diane Loomans
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