Children

Children

four children laughing

If a child lives with criticism, he learns to condemn.
If a child lives with hostility, he learns to fight.
If a child lives with fear, he learns to be apprehensive.
If a child lives with jealousy, he learns to feel guilty.
If a child lives with tolerance, he learns to be patient.
If a child lives with encouragement, he learns to be confident.
If a child lives with praise, he learns to be appreciative.
If a child lives with acceptance, he learns to love.
If a child lives with approval, he learns to like himself.

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Thoughts on Motherhood

mother and baby

-- Author Unknown

Somebody said it takes about six weeks to get back to normal after you've had a baby... that somebody doesn't know that once you're a mother, "normal" is history.

Somebody said you learn how to be a mother by instinct... that somebody never took a three-year-old shopping.

Somebody said being a mother is boring... that somebody never rode in a car driven by a teenager with a driver's permit.

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In My Life

hands holding a butterfly

-- By Rick Beneteau

ÔÇ¿ÔÇ¿ÔÇ¿In My Life
I have savored the sweetness of Victory.

ÔÇ¿ÔÇ¿In My Life
I have been Vanquished and know too well the ÔÇ¿bitter taste of Defeat.
________________ÔÇ¿ÔÇ¿

In My Life
I have been so overwhelmed with Joy that I thought ÔÇ¿I could not contain it.

ÔÇ¿ÔÇ¿In My Life
I have been so overwrought with Sorrow that IÔÇ¿ believed I could not bear another moment of it.
________________ÔÇ¿ÔÇ¿

In My Life
I have Believed so strongly that no person or ÔÇ¿circumstance could impair my conviction.

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Mother’s Prayer

mother praying with daughter

-- Author Unknown

Lord, for my children I would pray
That they may seek Thee every day
Through life, with all its storms and stress
Its sorrows, grief and bitterness.

In disappointments fly to Thee
For comfort, strength and sympathy.
And never find a truer friend,
But love and serve Thee to the end.

That they may take Thee as their Guide,
To lead them all the way beside;
Their Counsellor when troubled o'er
The many problems at youth's door.

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My Mom is meaner than your Mom!

Mother and son

-- written in 1967 by Bobbie Pingaro
 
Was your Mom mean?

I know mine was. We had the meanest mother in the whole world!

While other kids ate candy for breakfast, we had to have cereal, eggs, and toast. When others had a soda and pizza for lunch, we had to eat sandwiches. And you can guess our mother fixed us a dinner that was different from what other kids had, too.

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