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Harsh Words Spoken
A nice poem I received via email in March 2001.I ran into a stranger as he passed by.
"Oh excuse me please" was my reply.
He said, "Please excuse me too;
I wasn't 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 son stood beside me very still.
When I turned, I nearly knocked him down.
"Move out of the way," I said with a frown.
He walked away, his little heart 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.
Go look on the kitchen floor,
you'll find some flowers there by the door."
"Those are the flowers he brought for you.
He picked them himself; pink, yellow and blue.
He stood very quietly not to spoil the surprise,
and you never saw the tears that filled his little eyes."
By this time, I felt very small,
and now my tears began to fall.I quietly went and knelt by his bed;
"Wake up, little one, wake up," I said.
"Are these the flowers you picked for me?"
He 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, "Son, I'm very sorry for the way I acted today;
I shouldn't have yelled at you that way."
He said, "Oh, Mom, that's okay.
I love you anyway.
I said, "Son, I love you too,
and I do like the flowers, especially the blue."(Author Unknown)
Are you aware that if we died 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 own family - - an unwise investment indeed, don't you think?
Do you know what the word FAMILY means?
FAMILY = Father Aand Mother, I Love You
KIDS, DON'T MESS WITH MOM
another poem I received via email in Nov 2003.My son came home from school one day, with a smirk upon his face.
He decided he was smart enough, to put me in my place."Guess what I learned in Civics Two, that's taught by Mr. Wright?
It's all about the laws today, The "Children's Bill of Rights."It says I need not clean my room, don't have to cut my hair.
No one can tell me what to think, or speak, or what to wear.I have freedom from religion, and regardless what you say,
I don't have to bow my head, and I sure don't have to pray.I can wear earrings if I want, and pierce my tongue & nose.
I can read & watch just what I like, and get tattoos from head to toes.And if you ever spank me, I'll charge you with a crime.
I'll back up all my charges, with the marks on my behind.Don't you ever touch me, my body's only for my use,
not for your hugs and kisses, that's just more child abuse.Don't preach about your morals, like your Mama did to you.
That's nothing more than mind control, And it's illegal too!Mom, I have these children's rights, so you can't influence me,
or I'll call Children's Services Division, better known as C.S.D.Of course my first instinct was To toss him out the door.
But the chance to teach him a lesson made me think a little more.I mulled it over carefully, I couldn't let this go.
A smile crept upon my face, he's messing with a pro.The next day I took him shopping at the local Goodwill Store.
I told him, "Pick out all you want, there's shirts & pants galore.I've called and checked with C.S.D. who said they didn't care
if I bought you K-Mart shoes instead of those Nike Airs.And I've canceled that appointment to take your driver's test.
The C.S.D. is unconcerned so I'll decide what's best.I said "No time to stop and eat, or pick up stuff to munch.
And tomorrow you can start to learn to make your own sack lunch.Just save the raging appetite, and wait till dinner time.
We're having liver and onions, a favorite dish of mine.He asked "Can I please rent a movie, to watch on my VCR?"
"Sorry, but I sold your TV, for new tires on my car.I also rented out your room, you'll take the couch instead.
All the C.S.D. requires is a roof for over your head.Your clothing won't be trendy now, and I'll choose what we eat.
That allowance that you used to get, will buy me something neat.I'm selling off your jet ski, dirt-bike & roller blades.
Check out the "Parents Bill of Rights," It's in effect today!Hey hot shot, are you crying, and why are you on your knees?
Are you asking God to help you out, instead of C.S.D..?
(author unknown)
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