If I had my child to raise over again

This poem was printed in our church newsletter approximately twenty years ago.  Posted on our fridge. Referred to often.

If I had my child to raise over again,

I’d build self-esteem first and the house later;

I’d finger paint more and point the finger less;

I would 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’d see the oak tree in the acorn more often;

I would be firm less often and affirm much more;

I’d model less about the love of power and more about

the power of love.


2 comments to If I had my child to raise over again

Leave a Comment