Tag Archives: Poem

Pause to Ponder

Children Learn What They Live

If children live with criticism, they learn to condemn.
If children live with hostility, they learn to fight.
If children live with fear, they learn to be apprehensive.
If children live with pity, they learn to feel sorry for themselves.
If children live with ridicule, they learn to feel shy.
If children live with jealousy, they learn to feel envy.
If children live with shame, they learn to feel guilty.
If children live with encouragement they learn confidence.
If children live with tolerance, they learn patience.
If children live with praise, they learn appreciation.
If children live with acceptance, they learn to love.
If children live with approval, they learn to like themselves.
If children live with recognition, they learn it is good to have a goal.
If children live with sharing, they learn generosity.
If children live with honesty, they learn truthfulness.
If children live with fairness, they learn justice.
If children live with kindness and consideration, they learn respect.
If children live with security, they learn to have faith in themselves and in those about them.
If children live with friendliness, they learn the world is a nice place in which to live.
~Dorothy Law Nolte
I think this poem has some great lessons in it and I would like to use it and the accompanying book as a framework to talk about values. But before I go any further you must promise me one thing. You must promise me that you will not read this as a checklist and use it to beat yourself up. None of us can be all these things all the time. WE ARE NOT PERFECT. I work with a lot of moms who heap a whole lot of guilt on themselves for making mistakes. I am not giving you more ammunition to use against yourself. But I do think we can work towards these things. We all want to raise confident, kind, patient, generous children. Here are some tips here to help us do that. Over the next few weeks lets look at them together and find ways to incorporate them into our daily lives.

15 Nov 2013

Whimsical Wisdom

Girl with dandelionLearning to Ride My Bike

I tried and fell and tried and then
I tried once more and fell again.
I thought I’d never learn at all.
Each day I’d wobble, then I’d fall.
I couldn’t ever get it right,
Just almost, nearly…but not quite.
Until one day I tried again,
I zigged and zagged and then…and then…
I pedaled once and then once more,
And it was different than before.
I pedaled but I didn’t fall!
Somehow I stayed up straight and tall,
Riding, riding, on two wheels!
And I can tell you how it feels -
On the day I learned to ride,
I felt all strong and big inside.
~Jeff Moss
When was the last time you mastered something new?

15 Nov 2013

Whimsical Wisdom

Girl with dandelionHow Many, How Much
How many slams in an old screen door?
Depends how loud you shut it.
How many slices in a bread?
Depends how thin you cut it.
How much good inside a day?
Depends how good you live ‘em.
How much love inside a friend?
Depends how much you give ‘em.
~Shel Silverstein
Live well today and love much!

07 Nov 2013

Pause to Ponder

things of the heart croppedNothing Gold Can Stay

Nature’s first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf’s a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.

~Robert Frost


What current bliss do you want to savor before it transforms into something different?



07 Nov 2013

Pause to Ponder

Ithings of the heart cropped never would have noticed

The first white snowdrop

Pushed through dirty snow

A clothespin nested in the grass…

An ant within a flower…

The pertness of a chickadee…

Dust mice hiding in my closet…

That penny lost a week ago…

A hairpin lodging in the floor

(How many years?)…

The soggy pine cones tight and narrow…

The dirty rocks gathered by winter’s plows…

They would have gone unseen


I would not have remembered

The coldness of fresh snow…

The delight of a sled ride…

The exuberance of spring’s first day…

The sadness of the day’s end…

The hugeness of a house…

The longing in a rainy day…

The friendliness of a stray…

The kindliness of humanity…

They would have been forgotten,

If it were not for my child.


-Margaret Steele

What did you see through your child’s eyes today?

01 Nov 2013