Memos From Your Child
Don't spoil me. I know quite well that I ought not to have all I ask for. I'm only testing you.
Don't be afraid to be firm with me. I prefer it it makes me feel more secure.
Don't correct me in front of people if you can help it. I'll take much more notice if you talk to me in private.
Don't make me feel that my mistakes are sins. It upsets my sense of values.
Don't be too upset if I say "I hate you." It isn't that I hate you, but only that I need your attention.
Don't protect me from consequence. I need to learn the hard way.
Don't take too much notice of my small ailment. Sometimes they get me the attention I want.
Don't nag. If you do, I shall have to protect myself by appearing deaf.
Don't make rash promises. Remember that I feel badly let down when promises are broken.
Don't forget that I cannot explain myself as well as I should like. This is why I'm not always accurate.
Don't be inconsistent. That completely confuses me and makes me lose my faith in you.
Don't put me off when I ask you questions. If you do, you will find that I stop asking and seek my information elsewhere.
Don't tell me my fears are silly. They are terribly real and you can do much to try to understand.
Don't ever suggest that you are perfect or infallible. It gives me too great a shock when I discover that you are neither.
Don't ever think it beneath your dignity to apologize to me. An honest apology makes me feel surprisingly warm to you.
Don't forget how quickly I am growing up. It must be very difficult for you to keep pace with me but please try.
Don't forget I love experimenting. I couldn't get along without it, so please put up with it.
Don't forget that I can't thrive without lots of love. But I don't need to tell you all the time, do I?
A Life In Your Hands
When God Made Fathers
When the good Lord was creating Fathers, he started with a tall frame.
A female angel nearby said, "What kind of a Father is that? If you're going to make children so close to the ground, why have you put the Father up so high? He won't be able to shoot marbles without kneeling, tuck a child in bed without bending, or even kiss a child without stooping"
God smiled and said, "Yes, but if I make him child size, who would children have to look up to?"
And when God made a Father's hands, they were large. The angel shook her head and said,"Large hands can't manage diaper pins, small buttons, rubber bands on pony tails, or even remove splinters caused from baseball bats."
Again God smiled and said, "I know, but they're large enough to hold everything a small boy empties from his pockets, yet small enough to cup a child's face in them."
Then God molded long slim legs and broad shoulders, "Do you realize you just made a Father without a lap?" The angel chuckled.
God said, "A Mother needs a lap. A Father needs strong shoulders to pull a sled, to balance a boy on a bicycle, or to hold a sleepy head on the way home from the circus."
When God was in the middle of creating the biggest feet any one had ever seen, the angel could not contain herself any longer. "That's not fair. Do you honestly think those feet are going to get out of bed early in the morning when the baby cries, or walk through a birthday party without crushing one or two of the guests?"
God again smiled and said, "They will work. You will see. They will support a small child who wants to ride to Branbury Cross or scare mice away from a summer cabin, or display shoes that will be a challenge to fill." God worked throughout the night, giving the Father few words, but a firm authoritative voice; eyes that see everything, but remain calm and tolerant.
Finally, almost as an after thought, He added tears. Then he turned to the angel and said, "Now are you satisfied he can love as much as a Mother can?"
The angel said nothing more.
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