I’d finger paint more and finger point less.
I’d 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 would be firm less often and affirm much more.
I’d build self-esteem first and the house later.
I’d teach less about the love of power –
and more about the power of love.

Diane Loomans
Courtesy of Wellness Project

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KIDS WHO ARE DIFFERENT

Here’s to the kids who are different,
The kids who don’t always get As,
The kids who have ears twice the size of their peers,
And noses that go on for days...

Here’s to the kids who are different,
The kids they call crazy or dumb,
The kids who don’t fit, with the guts and the grit,
Who dance to a different drum...

Here’s to the kids who are different,
The kids with the mischievous streak,
For when they have grown, as history’s shown,
It’s their difference that makes them unique.

Digby Wolfe,1982

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