SERENDIPITY: Play with me....

Monday, February 9, 2009

Play with me....

Came across this poem this weekend. I heard it years ago but forgot about it.

I tried to teach my child from books he only gave me puzzled looks. I tried to teach my child with words, they passed him by, oft unheard. Despairingly I turned aside, how shall I teach this child, I cried. Inside my hand he placed the key, Come, he said, and play with me.

How often do I hit a "wall" with my children and realize it's just my undivided attention they want in their world. For each child of mine it is different. I have one that loves to play babies, barbies. Another that loves to play tag, throw a ball and find bugs. Another that loves to play tickle and read books. Still another that wants to tell me stories while we draw or do a craft. So unique and really so easy to please. Today I will play.....

2 comments:

Unknown said...: oh, man. oh man.; February 11, 2009 at 7:19 AM
abbiegrace said...: Such true words.; February 28, 2009 at 4:57 PM

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IF by Rudyard Kipling

If you can keep your head when all about you are losing theirs and blaming it on you; If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, But make allowance for their doubting too; If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, or, being lied about, don't deal in lies, or being hated don't give way to hating, And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise; If you can dream - and not make dreams your master; If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim, If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster and treat those two impostors just the same; If you bear to hear the truth you've spoken twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken, and stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools; If you can make one heap of all your winnings and risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss, and lose, and start again at your beginnings, and never breathe a word about your loss; If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew to serve your turn long after they are gone, and so hold on when there is nothing in you except the Will which says to them; "Hold on!" If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch, If either foes nor loving friends can hurt you, If all men count with you, but none too much; If you can fill the unforgiving minute with sixty seconds' worth of distance run, Yours is the earth and everything that's in it, and which is more, you'll be a man, my son!

My Dad

our last christmas, little did we know!! we miss you-you are always in our thoughts. We sold his house, it was as if we had to say goodbye again. Nothing but fond memories. Movie night, hide and go seek, fishing, the beach, pool table, weight room, ice cream, bagels, peach diet iced tea, laughing...simply you. Miss you more than you will ever know. It feels as if it was just yesterday, thank God you are "free". "With your final heartbeat, kiss the world goodbye, go in peace and laugh on Glory's side. And fly to Jesus, fly to Jesus, fly to Jesus and LIVE....." .