A Poem: Perspective
Posted in My LifePerspective
I want a crying new born.
I want a tumbling one-year-old.
I want a terrible two-year-old.
I want a talkative three-year-old.
I want a curious four-year-old.
I want a growing five-year-old.
I want a sassy pre-teen.
I want a know-it-all teenager.
I want an independent young adult.
You were chosen for me
I will cuddle my new born when she cries.
I will catch my one-year-old when she falls.
I will carefully discipline my two-year-old when she is terrible.
I will acknowledge my three-year-old when she talks.
I will investigate with my four-year-old when she is curious.
I will nurture my five-year-old as she grows.
I will love my pre-teen when she is sassy.
I will speak truth to my know-it-all teen.
I will encourage my young adults independence.
I was chosen for you.
Having a child is less about how convenient it is for me and more about who I choose to be in the process for the betterment of this little child. She isn’t always going to act the way I want her to but I can choose how to respond.
Colleen, this is truly “the secret” in parenting and we can only pray to be succesful in it. My mom used to say that the days were sometimes long but the years were short. And only now do I know what she meant! Love to you & Brett. Bonnie