An older picture of Georgie… about five months ago. He was having fun trying on Gramma's glasses and finding it difficult not to laugh at what I'm sure was a distorted view of things around him. I try to remember these little moments with him when I find I'm losing my patience, especially now that he's back slidding a bit with potty-training and eating. I try to remember that these moments too shall pass and tomorrow I won't even remember that today was a bad day. Tomorrow we will start fresh.
Then I find little things like this poem below and I think that I need to really remember what is important now. Certainly successfully making it through a day without soiled clothing/carpet/furniture or having offered food eagerly eaten would be a plus in this mama's book. However, it isn't everything.
If I Had My Child To Raise Again by Diana Loomans
If I had my child to raise all over again, I'd finger paint more, and point the finger less.
I'd do less correcting, and more connecting.
I'd take my eyes off my watch, and watch with my eyes.
I would care to know less, and know to care more.
I'd take more hikes and fly more kites.
I'd stop playing serious, and seriously play.
I would run through more fields and gaze at more stars.
I'd do more hugging, and less tugging.
I would be firm less often, and affirm much more.
I'd build self-esteem first, and the house later.
I'd teach less about the love of power, And more about the power of love.