Today my inbox had a welcome and unexpected surprise. I received a lovely poem from Shiketa Morgan, Child Care Business Owner and it was written by Cathy Abraham of Learning Foundations. What a lovely rarity to have a poem with my families morals and sentiments contained within... enjoy♥
Gifts of Significance
What shall I give my child this year? Looking through isles of toys and games I wondered, what would be something that my child would treasure and create lasting memories? What would I really like to give him, if I could?
The gift of family legacy.
This year I will read the Christmas cards we get to my child and explain who Great Aunt Ruth is and the things she did in her life.
The gift of patience and memories.
This year I will not rush my child when we are baking cookies, wrapping gifts or decorating – and not be concerned about how things “look.”
The gift of understanding.
I will not yell or think of my child as ungrateful when I step on pieces from new games.
The gift of family history.
This year I will make sure the camera has film and I will get the pictures developed before the end of the year.
The gift of compassion.
I will teach my child by example and let him see me give to the Salvation Army bell ringers.
The gift of giving.
My child and I will adopt a child from a local “Giving Tree” project.
The gift of love.
I will hug my child just a little bit tighter and sit at my child’s bedside a few minutes longer watching him sleep – for the mothers that want desperately want to and can’t this year.
What shall I give my child this year? Looking through isles of toys and games I wondered, what would be something that my child would treasure and create lasting memories? What would I really like to give him, if I could?
The gift of family legacy.
This year I will read the Christmas cards we get to my child and explain who Great Aunt Ruth is and the things she did in her life.
The gift of patience and memories.
This year I will not rush my child when we are baking cookies, wrapping gifts or decorating – and not be concerned about how things “look.”
The gift of understanding.
I will not yell or think of my child as ungrateful when I step on pieces from new games.
The gift of family history.
This year I will make sure the camera has film and I will get the pictures developed before the end of the year.
The gift of compassion.
I will teach my child by example and let him see me give to the Salvation Army bell ringers.
The gift of giving.
My child and I will adopt a child from a local “Giving Tree” project.
The gift of love.
I will hug my child just a little bit tighter and sit at my child’s bedside a few minutes longer watching him sleep – for the mothers that want desperately want to and can’t this year.
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