If I had my Children to raise over again... I'd finger paint more, and point the finger less. I'd 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 serioulsy play. I would run through more fields and gaze at more stars. I'd do more hugging, and less tugging. I would be firm less often, and affirm much more. I'd build self-esteem first, and the house later. I'd teach less about the love of power, and more about the power of love". ( If all that fails, Just act like them.)
Don't make of me a gilded queen, Or unsophisticated clod, But let me understand their needs, And point their way to God.
Help me to live the things I preach, Admit my faults and fears. O let me be humbled enough To blend with theirs my tears.
Let me be firm to earn their trust; Not gullible or weak. Let my child know I care enough To mean it when I speak.
This world needs mothers with a goal, Unswayed by changing fad, Who love the Lord and by His grace, Can tell good from the bad.
I seek no sentimental crown, No high and lofty praise, But give me children who will stand Through these ungodly days.
The greatest "thank you" I could ask, Most satisfying pay, Will come when they are at Christ's side On God's great Judgment Day!
by Dorothy Sickal
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