FOR CHILDRENAND THE YOUNG AT HEART:
Amen.
I pray I find a little quiet I pray for time all to myself Yes now I lay me down to sleep,
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"is a very comforting sort of thing to have."
You run with them until you're both breathless.
~They crash.~
You add a longer tail.
~They hit the rooftop.~
~You pluck them out of the spout.~
You patch and comfort, adjust and teach.
You watch them lifted by the wind
and assure them that someday they'll fly!. . . .
Finally they are airborne, but they need more string
and you keep letting it out
and with each twist of the ball of twine,
there is a sadness that goes with the joy
because the kite becomes more distant and somehow you know
that it won't be long before that beautiful creature will snap the life line
that bound you together and soar as it was meant to soar
~free and alone.
ever this day be at my side to light and guard, to rule and guide.
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We all love Fantasia!
A circle of friendship is never ending.
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Guess who plays soccer?
I am yours
for time and eternity.
Teach me to cast myself entirely
into the arms of
your loving providence
with the most lovely, unlimited
confidence in your
compassionate, tender pity.
Grant me,
O most merciful redeemer,
that whatever
you ordain or permit
may be acceptable to me.
Take from my heart
all painful anxiety;
suffer nothing to sadden me
but sin,
nothing to delight me
but the hope of coming
to the possession of you,
my God and my all,
in your everlasting kingdom.
And adds a luster to the same,
Who shares my joy. . .
cheers me up when I'm sad,
The greatest friend I've ever had.
Long life to Her,
for there's no other. . .
Who takes the place of my dear Mother.
I pray my sanity to keep.
For if some peace I do not find,
I'm pretty sure I'll lose my mind.
Far from the daily family riot
May I lie back--not have to think
about what they're stuffing down the sink,
or who they're with, or where they're at
and what they're doing to the cat.
(did something just fall off a shelf?)
To cuddle in my nice, soft bed
(Oh no, another goldfish--dead!)
Some silent moments for goodness sake
(Did I just hear a window break?)
And that I need not cook or clean--
(well heck, I've got the right to dream)
I pray my wits about me keep,
But as I look around I know--
I must have lost them long ago!
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Understand that I am growing up and changing very fast.
It must be difficult to keep pace with me, but please try.
Listen to me and give me brief, clear answers to my questions.
Then I will keep sharing my thoughts and feelings.
Reward me for telling the truth.
Then I am not frightened into lying.
Tell me when you make mistakes and what you learned from them.
Then I can accept that I am OK, even when I blunder.
Pay attention to me, and spend time with me
Then I can believe that I am important and worthwhile.
Do the things you want me to do.
Then I have a good, positive model.
Trust and respect me.
Even though I am smaller than you,
I have feelings and needs just like you.
Compliment and appreciate me.
Then I'll feel good, and I'll want to continue to please you.
Help me explore my unique interests, talents and potential.
In order for me to be happy, I need to be me,
and not you or someone you want me to be.
Be an individual and create your own happiness.
Then you can teach me the same,
and I can live a happy, successful and fulfillig life.
Thank you for hearing me, I love you!
4 tsp. Kisses
4 cups Love
1 cup Special Holiday Cheer
1/2 cup Obedience
3 tsp. Happiness
2 cups Good will
1 sprig of Joy
1 medium size bag of Mother's Blessings
Blend in holiday cheer, obedience,
happiness, and good will.
Use the mixture to fill a large, warm heart,
where it can be stored for a lifetime,
it will never go bad!
For you to love the while she lives and mourn for when she's dead.
It may be six or seven years, or twenty-two or three,
But will you, till I call her back, take care of her for me?
You'll have her lovely memories as solace for your grief,
I cannot promise she will stay, since all from Earth return,
But there are lessons, taught down here, I want this child to learn.
And from the throngs that crowd life's lanes, I have selected you.
Nor hate me when I come to call to take her back again?
I fancied that I heard them say, Dear Lord, Thy will be done!
For all the joy Thy child shall bring, the risk of grief we'll run.
We'll shelter her with tenderness, we'll love her while we may,
And for the happiness we've known forever grateful stay;
But shall the angels call for her much sooner than we've planned,
We'll brave the bitter grief that comes and try to understand.
~Edgar Guest
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