Recently, I had a heart-to-heart talk with Rachel, my 17-year-old daughter. Among other things, she said at one stage, she felt that I sided her brother, Christopher more. It came quite a surprise to me that she should feel that way. But, it allows me to learn to be a better person, whether at work or at home.
I came across this “beatitudes” this morning and thought it’s worth reading and for some thoughts.
by Marion E. Kinneman (1895-1985)
Blessed are those parents who make their peace with spilled milk
and with mud, for of such is the kingdom of childhood.
Blessed is the parent who engages not in the comparison of his
child with others, for precious unto each is the rhythm of his own
Blessed are the fathers and mothers who have learned laughter, for
it is the music of the child’s world.
Blessed and wise are those parents who understand the goodness of
time, for they make it not a sword that kills growth but a shield
Blessed and mature are they who without anger can say “no,” for
comforting to the child is the security of firm decisions.
Blessed is the gift of consistency, for it is heart’s-ease in
Blessed are they who accept the awkwardness of growth, for they
are aware of the choice between marred furnishings and damaged
Blessed are the teachable, for knowledge brings understanding, and
understanding brings love.
Blessed are the men and women who in the midst of the unpromising
mundane, give love, for they bestow the greatest of all gifts to
each other, to their children, and — in an ever-widening
circle — to their fellow men.
Blessed are those who read these words…but more blessed will be they
who follow them!