It is not about the past, it's about the love
It is foolish if you don't believe that we learn from them as much as they learn from us. It is another lesson in life to learn.
Life is the memories between the photographs we take to always remember the fun we have had
The Magic of a Child
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Adults need to take a break back into childhood, when the world becomes rough and stress takes over. Love life by learning from your kids what you once knew.
I Just Wanted You To Love Me
Don’t make a sound
I don’t have the time to figure it out
No, I don’t want to play
And I’m too busy with me, to hear what you say
It doesn’t matter to me
What you are feeling or why tears run down your cheek
I am too busy for this
More important than you-are my “Things to do list”
Not a good time
For me to take a moment
To show or teach you about life
Don’t act up
If you don’t act right, Ill bust your butt
You are in the way
Bad Children today
Don’t get to go outside to run and play
I said NO
Why don’t you listen?
Why don’t you disappear, JUST GO
Please don’t scream
Tell me how to act
And the way you want me to be
I love you so much
No matter what I do, I guess I will never be enough
Your words hurt
I am so sorry
I just want for you to love me.
This is all your fault
Who I am now
Is not who I was
I will explain my pain
The more I tried
The less I gained
You let me down
You turned your back
You shut me out
I counted on you
To show me life
But you never thought I was worth your time
Don’t you see?
You gave up on me
You tore me down when I needed you to believe
Now it is my turn
I am right hear
Teaching as I learned
Change I must
Because it is not about the past
It is about the love.
Do Not Misuse Your Powers as a Parent
Hate-Neglect-Abuse and non healthy behavior is passed down from generation to generation. Children need there parents to see them. To love them- to encourage them, in all that they do. Children look to their parents for guidance and support, even when they act up and do wrong. Ignoring a child and pushing them off until you can conveniently find time to see them, is neglectful use of the power you have to influence and develop greatness. Use your power wisely and influence a life in the right way.
We are spitting images of our parents, because we learn how to behave, perceive things and deal with issues by watching our parents deal with theirs. Please love; take time to see, to listen, to show, to play and to explain life and all that this world offers. Your power is magical- use it with care to give a good outlook on life and the world.
LOVE YOUR CHILDREN… Always-not just when they earn it, because when they least deserve your love is when they need it the most.
My reasons for trying to be better are two that deserve the best...
You were always too busy to see me
You were too busy to see me standing there.
I shouted for you to stop and understand.
But you didn’t and I soon gave up.
And I wasn’t taught any way to love.
Tears fell down, every day
I reached out for you as you turned and walked away.
A child so small so pure and full of life,
Hope for the future is replaced with their neglect and lies.
See that child standing there,
Trying to fake some way to feel
Wishing one day that they would be real.
And I am not so sure
If I am the woman or that girl
But I am not willing
To ruin a life
And give an innocent child
That kind of struggle within their life.
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