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Poëm:
My hands were busy through the day
I didn't have much time to play
The little games you asked me to.
I didn't have much time for you.
I'd wash your clothes I'd sew and cook
But when you'd bring your picture book,
And ask me please to share your fun,
I'd say "A little later, Hon".
I'd tuck you in all safe at night,
Hear your prayers, and turn out the light.
Then tiptoe softly to the door.
I wish I'd stayed a minute more.
For life is short, and years rush past.
A little child grows up so fast.
No longer are they at your side,
Their precious secrets to confide.
The picture books are put away,
There are no children's games to play.
No goodnight kiss, no thoughts to hear,
That all belongs to yesteryear.
My hands once busy, now lie still.
The days are long and hard to fill.
I wish I might go back and do
The little things you asked me to.
-Anonymous-
   
Children learn what they live

If a child lives with criticism, he learns to condemn.

If a child lives with hostility, she learns to fight.

If a child lives with ridicule, he learns to be shy.

If a child lives with shame, she learns to feel guilty.

If a child lives with tolerance, he learns to be patient.

If a child lives with encouragement, she learns confidence.

If a child lives with praise, he learns to appreciate.

If a child lives with fairness, she learns justice.

If a child lives with security, he learns to have faith.

If a child lives with approval, she learns to like herself.

If a child lives with acceptance and friendship, he learns to find LOVE in the world.

 

African women carrying her baby in the traditional way in a traditional sling


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