If I had my child to raise all over again,
I'd finger paint more and point my finger less
I would do less correcting and more connecting
I'd take my eyes off my watch and watch with my eyes
I'd 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 run through more fields and gaze at more stars
I'd do more hugging and less tugging
I'd be firm less often and affirm much more
I'd build self-esteem first and a house later
I'd teach less about the love of power
And more about the power of love.
I'd finger paint more and point my finger less
I would do less correcting and more connecting
I'd take my eyes off my watch and watch with my eyes
I'd 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 run through more fields and gaze at more stars
I'd do more hugging and less tugging
I'd be firm less often and affirm much more
I'd build self-esteem first and a house later
I'd teach less about the love of power
And more about the power of love.
It matters not whether my child is big or small,
From this day forth, I'll cherish it all.
- Diane Loomans
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