Now, today's post is a poem I discovered, and don't know the author.
If I Could Do It Over
If I had my child to raise all over again
I'd build self-esteem first and the house later.
I'd fingerpaint 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'd ignore the stares and stare at more stars.
I'd do more hugging and less tugging.
I'd see the oak in the acorn more often.
I would be firm less often and affirm much more.
I'd abandon my love of power in favor of the power of love.
Many times I've wished I could go back and do a better job of raising my "kids". But when I see my children now as the wonderful adults they are, I couldn't be more proud. Now it is easy to do as the poem suggests, because as I'm getting older, perhaps I'm wising up. I'm doing a better job as a grandparent, I hope. They say that knowledge is accumulating, and wisdom is letting go. I'm trying to let go....of guilt, resentment, shame, anger, embarrassment, of expectations, wrong-thinking, rigidity, judgment. I am affirming much more.....love, hope, connection, harmony, unity, beauty, joy, gratitude, acceptance, forgiveness. Wouldn't the world be a wonderful place if everyone abandoned the love of power and affirmed the power of Love.
Love to all....no exceptions!
2 comments:
Thanks for the poem. If you want my vote of what I would love to hear you write about, it would be you. Write about when you were little, when you were a young mother, and what you think of now. I may be the only one out here who doesn't know all of these things, but it is very much worth writing down. I love all of what you have posted (except that funny one about continuing or not) and I do believe that what you write tells us readers what makes you you. Or, you could just do like I do and travel log....
All of us mother's worry about what our children will be like tomorrow, and we forget they are somebody today!
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