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Sharper than a serpent's tooth is a thankless child.
We're just children of tomorrow hanging on to yesterday.
Having a child is a bit like needlework. You've got your cloth, and
you've got your thread, but it's up to you how the pattern grows
The voice of an angel can be heard in the laughter of a child.
Mother is the name for God on the lips and hearts of all children.
Your childhood ends when you know you're going to die.
The Funeral of Youth: Threnody
The day that Youth had died,
There came to his grave-side,
In decent mourning, from the country's ends,
Those scatter'd friends
Who had lived the boon companions of his prime,
And laughed with him and sung with him and wasted,
In feast and wine and many-crown'd carouse,
The days and nights and dawning's of the time
When Youth kept open house,
Nor left untasted
Aught of his high emprise and ventures dear,
No quest of his unshar'd--
All these, with loitering feet and sad head bar'd,
Followed their old friend's bier.
Folly went first,
With muffled bells and coxcomb still revers'd;
And after trod the bearers, hat in hand--
Laughter, most hoarse, and Captain Pride with tanned
And martial face all grim, and fussy Joy,
Who had to catch a train, and Lust, poor, snivelling boy;
These bore the dear departed.
Behind them, broken-hearted,
Came Grief, so noisy a widow, that all said,
"Had he but wed
Her elder sister Sorrow, in her stead!"
And by her, trying to soothe her all the time,
The fatherless children, Colour, Tune, and Rhyme
(The sweet lad Rhyme), ran all-uncomprehending.
Then, at the way's sad ending,
Round the raw grave they stay'd. Old Wisdom read,
In mumbling tone, the Service for the Dead.
There stood Romance,
The furrowing tears had mark'd her rouged cheek;
Poor old Conceit, his wonder unassuaged;
Dead Innocence's daughter, Ignorance;
And shabby, ill-dress'd Generosity;
And Argument, too full of woe to speak;
Passion, grown portly, something middle-aged;
And Friendship--not a minute older, she;
Impatience, ever taking out his watch;
Faith, who was deaf, and had to lean, to catch
Old Wisdom's endless drone.
Beauty was there,
Pale in her black; dry-eyed; she stood alone.
Poor maz'd Imagination; Fancy wild;
Ardour, the sunlight on his graying hair;
Contentment, who had known Youth as a child
And never seen him since. And Spring came too,
Dancing over the tombs, and brought him flowers--
She did not stay for long.
And Truth, and Grace, and all the merry crew,
The laughing Winds and Rivers, and lithe Hours;
And Hope, the dewy-eyed; and sorrowing Song;--
Yes, with much woe and mourning general,
At dead Youth's funeral,
Even these were met once more together, all,
Who erst the fair and living Youth did know;
All, except only Love. Love had died long ago.
Rupert Brooks
The innocence, enthusiasms, and joys of youth can be recalled, but perhaps
never fully regained.
It is said that life is spent searching for the peace we once had in
our mother's womb.
Let me be a Child
Let me know when I make you proud. And help me to have pride in my
own accomplishments.
Let me earn your trust. Then trust me. I won't let you down.
Let me try my wings. If I fail, let me know it's ok. And encourage
me to try again.
Let me know you love me. With a hug, or a pat on the back. Or, when
I need it, with a firm but gentle "no".
Let me be me. Let me change. Let me grow.
Let me tell you when I'm feeling bad. Or angry. Even at you. And let
me know that even on my worst days, you still like me.
Let me dream. Share my joy when my dreams come true. Share my tears
when they don't.
Let me feel secure in my home. Help me realise that love is always
there...that I can depend on you no matter what.
Let me run...let me laugh...let me play. And most of all, LET ME BE
A CHILD.
Babies don't need fathers, but mothers do. Someone who is taking care
of a baby needs to be taken care of.
Amy Heckerling
Always be nice to your children because they are the ones who will choose
your rest home.
Phyllis Diller
A young star! Which shone
O'er life - too sweet an image for such glass!
A lovely being scarcely formed or moulded;
A rose with all it's sweetest leaves yet unfolded.
Harriet Beecher Stowe
A man never stands as tall as when he kneels to help a child.
Knights of Pythagoras
I have found the best way to give advice to your children is to find
out what they want and then advise them to do it.
Harry S Truman
Love You Forever
A mother held her new baby and
very slowly rocked him back and forth,
back and forth, back and forth.
And while she held him, she sang:
I'll love you forever,
I'll like you for always,
As long as I'm living
My baby you'll be.
The baby grew. He grew and he grew
and he grew. He grew until he
was two years old, and he ran all around
the house. He pulled all the books
off the shelves. He pulled all the food
out of the refrigerator and he took his
mother's watch and flushed it down the
toilet. Sometimes his mother would say,
"This kid is driving me CRAZY!"
But at night time, when that two-year-old
was quiet, she opened the door
to his room, crawled across the floor,
looked up over the side of his bed;
And if he was really asleep she picked
him up and rocked him back and forth,
back and forth, back and forth.
While she rocked him she sang:
I'll love you forever,
I'll like you for always,
As long as I'm living
my baby you'll be.
The little boy grew. He grew and he grew
and he grew. He grew until he was nine
years old. And he never wanted to come
in for dinner, he never wanted to take a bath,
and when grandma visited he always
said bad words. Sometimes his mother
wanted to sell him to the zoo!
But at night time, when he was
asleep, his mother quietly opened the
door to his room, crawled across
the floor and looked up over the side of
his bed. If he was really asleep,
she picked up that nine-year-old boy
and rocked him back and forth,
back and forth, back and forth.
While she rocked him she sang:
I'll love you forever,
I'll like you for always,
As long as I'm living
my baby you'll be.
The boy grew. He grew and he
grew and he grew. He grew until he was
a teenager. He had strange friends
and he wore strange clothes and he
listened to strange music.
Sometimes the mother felt like she
was in a zoo!
But at night time, when that teenager
was asleep, his mother opened the door
to his room, crawled across the
floor and looked up over the side of
his bed. If he was really asleep,
she picked up that great big boy
and rocked him back and forth,
back and forth, back and forth.
While she rocked him she sang:
I'll love you forever,
I'll like you for always,
As long as I'm living
my baby you'll be.
That teenager grew. He grew and he
grew and he grew. He grew until
he was a grown up man. He left home
and he got a house across town.
But sometimes on dark nights
the mother got into her car and drove
across town.
If all the lights in her son's house
were out, she opened his bedroom
window, crawled across the floor,
and looked up over the side of his bed.
If that great big man was really
asleep she picked him up and rocked
him back and forth, back and forth,
back and forth.
And while she rocked him she sang:
I'll love you forever,
I'll like you for always,
As long as I'm living
my baby you'll be.
Well, that mother, she got older.
She got older and older and older.
One day she called up her son and said,
"You'd better come see me because
I'm very old and sick."
When he came in the door she tried
to sing the song. She sang:
I'll love you forever,
I'll like you for always...
But she couldn't finish because she
was too old and sick.
The son went to his mother.
He picked her up and rocked her
back and forth, back and forth,
back and forth.
And he sang this song:
I'll love you forever,
I'll like you for always,
As long as I'm living
my Mommy you'll be.
When the son came home
that night, he stood for a long time
at the top of the stairs.
The he went into the room
where his very new baby daughter
was sleeping. He picked her up in
his arms and very slowly rocked
her back and forth, back and forth,
back and forth.
And while he rocked her he sang:
I'll love you forever,
I'll like you for always,
As long as I'm living
my baby you'll be.
When I was a child, I spake as a child, I understood as a child, I thought
as a child:
But when I became a man, I put away childish things. (Paul 1.Cor 13:11)
And when I became a Grandpa, I got them all out
again, because I learned enough to realize that I actually had it right
the first time around. And as a mature man, I learned when to seperate
the difference. (ddk)
Nature makes boys and girls lovely to look upon so they can be tolerated
until they acquire some sense.
William Lyon Phelps
We don't just love our children, we fall in love with them.
You tell me, and I forget. You teach me, and I remember. You involve
me, and I learn.
Benjamin Franklin
If you can't trust me with a choice, how can you trust me with a child?