When God Created Little Girls

by: Author Unknown, Source Unknown

God made the world with its towering trees

Majestic mountains and restless seas

Then paused and said,"It needs one more thing

Someone to laugh and dance and sing

To walk in the woods and gather flowers

To commune with nature in quiet hours."
So God made little girlsWith laughing eyes and bouncing curls

With joyful hearts and infectious smiles

Enchanting ways and feminine wiles,

And when He'd completed the task He'd begun,

He was pleased and proud of the job He'd done

For the world when seen through a little girl's eyes

Greatly resembles Paradise

When God Created Little Boys

by: Author Unknown, Source Unknown

God made a world out of his dreams,

Of wondrous mountains, oceans and streams,

Prairies and plains and wooded land,

Then paused and thought,"I need someone to stand on top of the mountains

To conquer the seas, explore the plains and

Climb the trees, someone to start small and grow,

Sturdy, strong like a tree and so...
He created boys, full of spirit and fun,

To explore and conquer, to romp and run,

With dirty faces, banged up chins

With courageous hearts and boyish grins."When He had completed the task He'd begun,

He surely said, "That's a job well done."

Useless Life

by: Author Unknown, Source Unknown

A farmer got so old that he couldn't work the fields anymore. So he would spend the day just sitting on the porch. His son, still working the farm, would look up from time to time and see his father sitting there. "He's of no use any more," the son thought to himself, "he doesn't do anything!"
One day the son got so frustrated by this, that he built a wood coffin, dragged it over to the porch, and told his father to get in. Without saying anything, the father climbed inside.
After closing the lid, the son dragged the coffin to the edge of the farm where there was a high cliff. As he approached the drop, he heard a light tapping on the lid from inside the coffin. He opened it up. Still lying there peacefully, the father looked up at his son. "I know you are going to throw me over the cliff, but before you do, may I suggest something?" "What is it?" replied the son. "Throw me over the cliff, if you like," said the father, "but save this good wood coffin. Your children might need to use it."

Only One Childhood

by: Author Unknown, Source Unknown

I stopped to watch my little girl busy playing in her room. In one hand was a plastic phone; in the other a toy broom. I listened as she was speaking to her make believe little friend And I'll never forget the words she said, even though it was pretend.
She said, "Suzie's in the corner cuz she's not been very good. She didn't listen to a word I said or do the things she should." In the corner I saw her baby doll all dressed in lace and pink. It was obvious she'd been put there to sit alone and think.
My daughter continued her "conversation," as I sat down on the floor. She said, "I'm all fed up, I just don't know what to do with her anymore? She whines whenever I have to work and wants to play games, too. She never lets me do the things that I just have to do?
She tries to help me with the dishes, but her arms just cannot reach... And she doesn't know how to fold towels. I don't have the time to teach. I have a lot of work to do and a big house to keep clean. I don't have the time to sit and play -- don't you know what I mean?"
And that day I thought a lot about making some changes in my life; As I listened to her innocent words that cut me like a knife. I hadn't been paying enough attention to what I hold most dear. I'd been caught up in responsibilities that increased throughout the year.
But now my attitude has changed, because, in my heart, I realize... I've seen the world in a different light through my little darling's eyes. So, let the cobwebs have the corners and the dustbunnies rule the floor, I'm not going to worry about keeping up with them anymore.
I'm going to fill the house with memories of a child and her mother... For we are granted only one childhood, and we will never get another.

Memos from Your Child

by: Author Unknown, Source Unknown

Don't spoil me. I know quite well that I ought not to have all I ask for ... I'm only testing you.
Don't be afraid to be firm with me. I prefer it .. it makes me feel more secure.
Don't correct me in front of people if you can help it. I'll take much more notice if you talk to me in private.
Don't make me feel that my mistakes are sins. It upsets my sense of values.
Don't be too upset if I say "I hate you." It isn't that I hate you, but only that I need your attention.
Don't protect me from consequence. I need to learn the hard way.
Don't take too much notice of my small ailment. Sometimes they get me the attention I want.
Don't nag. If you do, I shall have to protect myself by appearing deaf.
Don't make rash promises. Remember that I feel badly let down when promises are broken.
Don't forget that I cannot explain myself as well as I should like. This is why I'm not always accurate.
Don't tax my honesty too much. I am easily frightened into telling lies.
Don't be inconsistent. That completely confuses me and makes me lose my faith in you.
Don't put me off when I ask you questions. If you do, you will find that I stop asking and seek my information elsewhere.
Don't tell me my fears are silly. They are terribly real and you can do much to try to understand.
Don't ever suggest that you are perfect or infallible. It gives me too great a shock when I discover that you are neither.
Don't ever think it beneath your dignity to apologize to me. An honest apology makes me feel surprisingly warm to you.
Don't forget how quickly I am growing up. It must be very difficult for you to keep pace with me but please try.
Don't forget I love experimenting. I couldn't get along without it, so please put up with it.
Don't forget that I can't thrive without lots of love. But I don't need to tell you all the time, do I?

Justice

by: Author Unknown, Source Unknown

A neglected child does not know she is neglected.

Her parents are who they are.

She is who she is.

The world just is.
An abused child does not know she is abused.

Her parents are who they are.

She is who she is.

The world just is.
But then a cherished child knows she is loved.

She knows who her parents are.

She knows who she is.

The world is just.

I Want to be Possible

by: Author Unknown, Source Unknown

The teacher asked her class what each wanted to become when they grew up. A chorus of responses came from all over the room.
"A football player," "A doctor," "An astronaut," "The president," "A fireman," "A teacher," "A race car driver."
Everyone that is, except Tommy.
The teacher noticed he was sitting there quiet and still.
So she said to him, "Tommy, what do you want to be when you grow up?"
"Possible" Tommy replied.
"Possible?" asked the teacher.
"Yes," Tommy said. "My mom is always telling me I'm impossible. So when I get to be big, I want to be possible."

I Took a Piece of Plastic Clay

by: Author Unknown, Source Unknown

I took a piece of plastic clay

And idly fashioned it one day-And as my fingers pressed it, still

It moved and yielded to my will.
I came again when days were past

The bit of clay was hard at last.

The form I gave it, still it bore,

And I could change that form no more!
I took a piece of living clay,

And gently fashioned it day by day,

And molded with my power and art

A young child's soft and yielding heart.
I came again when years were gone:It was a man I looked upon.

He still that early impress bore,

And I could fashion it never more.

F-A-M-I-L-Y

by: Author Unknown, Source Unknown

I bumped into a stranger as he passed by,"Oh, excuse me Please" was my reply.

He said, "Please excuse me too; Wasn't even watching for you."We were very polite, this stranger and I.

We went on our way and we said good-bye.

But at home a different story is told,

How we treat our loved ones, young and old.
Later that day, cooking the evening meal,

My daughter stood beside me very still.

When I turned, I nearly knocked her down."Move out of the way," I said with a frown.

She walked away, her little heart was broken.

I didn't realize how harshly I'd spoken.
While I lay awake in bed,

God's still small voice came to me and said,"While dealing with a stranger, common courtesy you use,

But the children you love, you seem to abuse.

Look on the kitchen floor,You'll find some flowers there by the door.Those are the flowers she brought for you.

She picked them herself: pink, yellow and blue.

She stood quietly not to spoil the surprise,

and you never saw the tears in her eyes."
By this time, I felt very small,

and now my tears began to fall.

I quietly went and knelt by her bed;"Wake up, little girl, wake up," I said."Are these the flowers you picked for me?"She smiled, "I found 'em, out by the tree.

I picked 'em because they're pretty like you.

I knew you'd like 'em, especially the blue."I said, "Daughter, I'm sorry for the way I acted today;I shouldn't have yelled at you that way."She said, "Oh, Mom, that's okay. I love you anyway."I said, "Daughter, I love you too,

and I do like the flowers, especially the blue."
Are you aware that:
If we die tomorrow, the company that we are working for could easily replace us in a matter of days. But the family we left behind will feel the loss for the rest of their lives. And come to think of it, we pour ourselves more into work than to our family - an unwise investment indeed.
So what is behind the story?
You know what is the full word of family?
FAMILY=(F)ather (A)nd (M)other, (I) (L)ove (Y)ou!
Fill life with love and bravery and we shall live a life uncommon.

Dog And Cat

by: Author Unknown, Source Unknown

I just realized that while children are dogs -- loyal and affectionate -- teenagers are cats. It's so easy to be a dog owner. You feed it, train it, boss it around. It puts its head on your knee and gazes at you as if you were a Rembrandt painting. It bounds indoors with enthusiasm when you call it.
Then around age 13, your adoring little puppy turns into a big old cat. When you tell it to come inside, it looks amazed, as if wondering who died and made you emperor. Instead of dogging your doorsteps, it disappears. You won't see it again until it gets hungry -- then it pauses on its sprint through the kitchen long enough to turn its nose up at whatever you're serving. When you reach out to ruffle its head, in that old affectionate gesture, it twists away from you, then gives you a blank stare, as if trying to remember where it has seen you before.
You, not realizing that the dog is now a cat, think something must be desperately wrong with it. It seems so antisocial, so distant, sort of depressed. It won't go on family outings.
Since you're the one who raised it, taught it to fetch and stay and sit on command, you assume that you did something wrong. Flooded with guilt and fear, you redouble your efforts to make your pet behave.
Only now you're dealing with a cat, so everything that worked before now produces the opposite of the desired result. Call it, and it runs away. Tell it to sit, and it jumps on the counter. The more you go toward it, wringing your hands, the more it moves away.
Instead of continuing to act like a dog owner, you can learn to behave like a cat owner. Put a dish of food near the door, and let it come to you. But remember that a cat needs your help and your affection too. Sit still, and it will come, seeking that warm, comforting lap it has not entirely forgotten. Be there to open the door for it.
One day your grown-up child will walk into the kitchen, give you a big kiss and say, "You've been on your feet all day. Let me get those dishes for you."
Then you'll realize your cat is a dog again.

Children Are Like Kites

by: Author Unknown, Source Unknown

You spend years trying to get them off the ground.
You run with them until you are both breathless. They crash ... they hit the roof ... you patch, comfort and assure them that someday they will fly.
Finally, they are airborne.
They need more string, and you keep letting it out.
They tug, and with each twist of the twine, there is sadness that goes with joy.
The kite becomes more distant, and you know it won't be long before that beautiful creature will snap the lifeline that binds you together and will soar as meant to soar ... free and alone.
Only then do you know that you have done your job.

Child's Ten Commandments to Parents,

by: Author Unknown, Source Unknown

1. My hands are small. Please don't expect perfection whenever I make a bed, draw a picture or throw a ball. My legs are short. Please slow down so that I can keep up with you.
2. My eyes have not seen the world as yours have. Please let me explore safely. Don't restrict me unnecessarily.
3. Housework will always be there. I'm only little for such a short time. Please take time to explain things to me about this wonderful world, and do so willingly.
4. My feelings are tender. Please be sensitive to my needs. Don't nag me all day long. (You wouldn't want to be nagged for your inquisitiveness.) Treat me as you would like to be treated.
5. I am a special gift from God. Please treasure me, holding me accountable for my actions, giving me guidelines to live by and disciplining me in a loving manner.
6. I need your encouragement and your praise to grow. Please go easy on the criticism. Remember, you can criticize the things I do without criticizing me.
7. Please give me the freedom to make decisions concerning myself. Permit me to fail so that I can learn from my mistakes. Then someday, I'll be prepared to make the kind of decisions life requires of me.
8. Please don't do things over for me. Somehow that makes me feel that my efforts didn't quite measure up to your expectations. I know it's hard, but please don't try to compare me with my brother or my sister.
9. Please don't be afraid to leave for a weekend together. Kids need vacations from parents, just as parents need vacations from kids. Besides, it's a great way to show us kids that your marriage is very special.
10. Please take me to worship regularly, setting a good example for me to follow.

Army Son, The

by: Author Unknown,

The Creightons were very proud of their son, Frank. When he went to college, naturally they missed him; but he wrote and they looked forward to his letters and saw him on weekends. Then Frank was drafted into the army.
After he had been in the army about five months, he received his call to go to Vietnam. Of course, the parents' anxiety for his first letter was greater than ever before. And ever week they heard from him and were thankful for his well-being. Then one week went by without a letter ~ two weeks ~ and finally three. At the end of the third week a telegram came, saying, "We regret to inform you that you son has been missing for three weeks and is presumed to have been killed inaction while fighting for his country."
The parents were shocked and grieved. They tried to accept the situation and go on living, but it was tragically lonesome without Frank.
About three weeks later, however, the phone rang. When Mrs. Creighton answered it, a voice on the other end said, "Mother, it's Frank. they found me, and I'm going to be all right. I'm in the United States and I'm coming home soon."
Mrs. Creighton was overjoyed, with tears running down her cheeks she sobbed, "Oh, that's wonderful! That's just wonderful, Frank."
There was silence for a moment, and then Frank said, "Mother I want to ask you something that is important to me. While I've been here, I've met a lot of wonderful people and I've really become close friends with some. There is one fellow I would like to bring home with me to meet you and Dad. And I would like to know if it would be all right if he could stay and live with us, because he has no place to go."
His mother assured him it would be all right.
Then Frank said, "You see, he wasn't' as lucky as some; he was injured in battle. He was hit by a blast and his face is all disfigured. He lost his leg, and his right hand is missing. So you see, he feels uneasy about how others will accept him."
Frank's mother stopped to think a minute. She began to wonder how things would work out, and what people in town would think of someone like that. She said, "Sure frank, you bring him home~ for a visit, that is. We would love to meet him and have him stay for a while; but about him staying with us permanently, well, we'll have to think about that." There was silence for a minute, and then Frank said, "Okay, Mother," and hung up.
A week went by without any word from Frank, and then a telegram arrived ~ "We regret to inform you that your son has taken his life. We would like you to come and identify the body."
Their wonderful son was gone. The horror stricken parents could only ask themselves, "Why had he done this?" When they walked into the room to identify the body of their son, they found a young man with a disfigured face, one leg missing, and his right hand gone.