Tuesday, April 6, 2010

Sixty Seconds on Tuesday

I'm taking time out with Jenny to remember the little things.

 It perhaps seems like an odd photo, but it epitomizes my life at this time. Children who are growing at breakneck speeds, the changing of the seasons, and life with children. There's always a mess somewhere in our home. No matter how quickly I work to tidy up, I find another one. I've learned to accept (but don't always remember) that this is simply a season in my life. Here the winter boots lie in wait for a good scrubbing -- not just a spring rain rinse, but I just can't get to them. Observe the rain soaked socks forgotten by their owner who stripped them from their feet in favour of feeling the greening grass beneath her feet. Just as the seasons change so quickly. This season of childhood messes will someday be all but a memory. A memory preserved in waiting boots and soggy socks sitting upon our porch.

 Where Do The Children Grow
© Christy R. Dawson

When you see a smiling face
Their happiness all over the place
Singing, laughing, cries of glee,
Come they say, Play with me
The slide, the swing, the monkey bars.
Look at them close to see who they are.
Lots of races, Ready, Set, Go.
This is how the children grow.

If you watch them everyday
You'll see they learn as they play
They'll do what they see, and say what they hear.
You're their teacher though out the years.
Their ideas and thoughts in their eyes shine.
Imagination is a glimpse of their mind
When you’re not looking, don't you know
This is when the children grow.

Watch them as they learn to walk
Listen to them when they talk
Keep them safe, away from harm
Wrap them gently within your arms
Teach them to share and how to take turns.
Set good examples from which they will learn.
At home, at school, wherever they go
This is where the children grow.

Source: Family Friend Poems

7 comments:

  1. Oh they grow too fast! Great post and picture! Thanks for stopping by my blog. God bless.

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  2. Love your thoughts and the poem. My oldest is 10 next week and the baby 18 months today....where has the time gone.

    I can get so caught up in the daily grind and mess that I stop watching and being apart of their growing.

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  3. Now this, this is my language...if I had a penny for every time I came across a discarded sock...well, you know the rest. I will walk past the line of various socks, shoes and boots today and offer a word of thanks and think of your beautiful picture.

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  4. What a neat poem and so true!!!! You take the best pictures!!!!

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  5. I loved your photos, thoughts, and poem on something that is literally going on around us daily. God was so good to give us the blessing of our children.

    Thank you for giving me a moment to stop, reflect and praise.

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  6. Thanks for using my poem, I am of course inspired by my own children who grow up so fast. I wrote it many years ago and still find truth in the words every day.

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  7. Thank you Christy for writing it. It is beautiful! I do hope I gave credit where credit is due!

    Blessings!
    Deborah

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