Maddy is ready for December 6th; that's why she has no shoes on. They are already outside her door, waiting to be filled.
Maddy and Pita get to say what is the
Tuesday, November 20, 2007
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If I had my child to raise all over again,
I’d finger-paint more, and point the finger less.
I would 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’d build self-esteem first, and the new house later.
I would be firm less often, and affirm much more.
I’d teach less about the love of power, and more about the power of love.
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Yes. I accept entire responsibility for her mix-match pajama selection. The fashion gods are frowning down upon me. Mea culpa. I hope that one day Maddy will forgive me!
I think St. Nick went to Woodstock and smoked some doobies.
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