When I was a little girl I created my very own life philosophy with six simple words. I spent time drawing them vertically on a small piece of poster board, decorating each individual word differently. I taped the board above my bedroom door and would repeat the words every single day, over and over for years.
Later additions to my little six word philosophy came with age and passing experiences such as these.
“Marvel and be Amazed”
But those original six little words continue to pop into my head often, as they did today. I chose not to post them because they feel sacred to me; written in my innocence.
Recently, I read a statement that won’t leave my head and I believe sums up my little six word philosophy in only two.
The statement is just as sweet and holy.
The month of December collectively represents, to me this beautiful simple philosophy. Humankind seems to be seeking to bring more good during this time of year more than any other time. It is felt.
Every day I wish to add more good to the world.
More good is contagious. If I spread a little to someone or something, then that has the possibility to give more good to someone else. And on and on…
More Good; simply said, simply done.
A two word philosophy that is worth holding on to.
“He that doeth good is of God…”
(3rd John 1:11)
1. Say Grace and teach your babies to thank God beginning at age one. Explain , with love why you pray.
2. Go on child guided walks with time and electronics left home. And love earth with them!
3. Read stories then talk about the message after. This is a powerful teaching tool with a cuddle moment as a bonus.
4. Take care of something living together; a pet, a plant, a bird-feeder, ducks in a pond, worms that you give scraps, etc. We share the earth we don’t just take from it.
5. Give your baby a teeny chore that teaches them they can help and that work is fun. We all can help. It’s funnest to do work together.
6. You can never express too much gratefulness in conversation especially directed to those feelings for your baby.
*Gratefulness is a spirit derived from love. Practice with a loving intent is how it is best received.
UNDER a tree where the breezes blow,
There is the spot that it’s good to go
With the children bronzed by the Summer sun,
Bubbling with laughter and wholesome fun;
And I gather them round — all the happy clan,
And forget for a while I’m a grizzled old man.
Marjorie, Florence, and fair Lucille,
Freddy and Denny — and then we steal
An hour or two from the clock of life,
The quest of gold and the constant strife,
The clamor and noise of a city day
For the peace and joy of a bit of play.
Pirate stories for boys we tell,
For there is the place to tell them well;
With treasure Islands we build in sand,
And we mark the spot where the pirates land,
And even the place where the gold was hid
By that master of pirates, old Captain Kidd.
Then we leave the pirates and run away
To the wonderful glens where the fairies play;
And under the tree where the breezes are
We summon the fairies with crown and star,
And I tell of the wonderful things they do
When the sun is up and the skies are blue.
And the far off world may call and call,
But I never hear through my little wall
Of innocent youngsters that hem me in.
I finish one tale and a new begin;
And there we sit underneath the tree
Till mother calls all of us in for tea.
Edgar Albert Guest
If you think your trick or treat-er is not affected by the scaries of Halloween you are a parent that has forgotten your own childhood. Be soul-sensitive at this time!
Children perceive scary things far different than adults with their “animistic thinking” (they perceive everything with real tendencies and cannot differentiate) and active imaginations. Something you think is not scary or can be dismissed in your adult mind as pretend can stick in their minds for years if not a lifetime.
Many adults think that they are toughing up their children or helping them work through fears by exposing them to terror that their immature minds are too young to handle developmentally.
But silly you–
In that little head of there’s they are making all sorts of frightening connective pictures and anxious dreams that WILL come out in other areas.
Protect your child’s soul and honor their childhood!
They need you to…
There is a difference between this:
A great beat-the-scare solution:
If you have one that is extra sensitive and find that you have got some monsters lurking around before bedtime, don’t dismay! A good mixture of potent monster spray, boiled up in one of your cauldrons, is guaranteed to rid creepy things under beds, in dark closets, in hallways or even to remove pesty brothers. Just pour the potion in a clean spray bottle and put it where you can grab it fast! Parents can help children even do a prevention pre-spray before bedtime or even take it with them in the car, just in case…
That stuff works wonders especially during this time of year.
You just never know when you will encounter a monster that you don’t like.
would I continue
with a blog
I just told parents
there is a mommy’s and daddy’s club on social media which allows us to laugh, cry, mock, tease, and even rant with a constant deluge of sarcastic, satirical, or emotional-reinforcement photos giving all of us suckers the recognition we feel we deserve for enduring this hellish life sentence we got ourselves into called parenting when we really only wanted a back rub. This blog is for the children.
someone has to remind those who forgot or are really really busy
that children are the very best things that could ever happen to the earth…
you know how to read.
There was a child
went forth every day.
And the first object he looked upon,
that object he became,
and that object became a part of him for the day,
or a certain part of the day,
or for many years, or
stretching cycles of years.
The early lilacs became a part of this child,
and the grass
and white and red morning glories,
and white and red clover,
and the song of the phoebe-bird,
and the third month lambs,
and the sows pink-faint litter,
and the mare’s foul,
and the cow’s calf…
It makes you think…
will become a part of your child
that will last only today…
or stretch to cycles of years?
I never realized what a treasure this one little gift has been from my childhood home after my parents passed away. It sings a familiar tune as the metal tubes sway and tap merrily in the breeze. It lifts me up and takes me to a gentle time and place.
This thought expresses the blessed tone of my parents’ life music they sang to us.
Let our words be like wind chimes.
Tone is something we hear like wind chimes blowing in the air. What sounds do our words make…? Communication is more than what we say; it is how we say it and how we sound. As much as possible, without forfeiting what we have to say, let our words be music to people’s ears.