Elizabeth,
I agree wholeheartedly. I made sure to show respect to my son and his friends. I treated them like people, not like some people treat children. Their opinions were listened to and acknowledged. As they grew to teenagers, I was amazed at how caring they became. I am proud of my son and all of his friends. I know that they will all become loving and caring parents. My son's first son was just born two months ago. He is loving fatherhood. He describes his son as amazing. By showing his son unselfish love, his son will become a loving and caring person as well.
Good blog. Parents are their child's number one teacher. My parents got me involved at an early age volunteering in my community. I can remember going to nursing homes while my mom played the piano and I would stand on the piano bench and sing with the residents. It's something I still do today...except stand on the piano bench. :) I posted this poem on another blog, but it is fitting to post it here.
When You Thought I Wasn't Looking
When you thought I wasn't looking,
I saw you hang my first picture on the refrigerator,
and I wanted to paint another one.
When you thought I wasn't looking,
I saw you feed a stray cat, and I thought
it was good to be kind to animals.
When you thought I wasn't looking,
I saw you make my favorite cake for me,
and I knew that little things are special things.
When you thought I wasn't looking,
I heard you say a prayer,
and I believed there was a God that I
could always talk to.
When you thought I wasn't looking,
I felt you kiss me good night,
and I felt loved.
When you thought I wasn't looking,
I saw tears come from your eyes and I learned
that sometimes things hurt,
but it's all right to cry.
When you thought I wasn't looking,
I saw that you cared and I wanted to be
everything that I could be.
When you thought I wasn't looking,
I looked....and now I want to say thanks
for all the things I saw,
when you thought I wasn't looking.
Great poem, Scargo. It would fit about any place. I must have done something right with my son. He turned out to be a wonderful caring son. We were always close because his Dad was gone so much. I had a great relationship with my parents also. Great blog, Elizabeth.