My Hunch Is That If We Allow

If You Like To Make Things Out Of Wood, Or Sew, Or Dance, Or Style People's Hair, Or Dream Up Stories And Act Them Out, Or Play The Trumpet, Or Jump Rope, Or Whatever You Really Love To Do, And You Love That In Front Of Your Children, That's Going To Be A Far More Important Gift Than Anything You Could Ever Give Them Wrapped Up In A Box With Ribbons.

Sometimes People Are Good, And They Do Just What They Should. But The Very Same People Who Are Good Sometimes Are The Very Same People Who Are Bad Sometimes. It's Funny But It's True. Its The Same Isn't It, For Me And . . .

Parenting Forces Us To Get To Know Ourselves Better Than We Ever Might Have Imagined We Could--and In Many New Ways. . . . We'll Discover Talents We Never Dreamed We Had And Fervently Wish For Others At Moments We Feel We Desperately Need Them. As Time Goes On, We'll Probably Discover That We Have More To Give And Can Give More Than We Ever Imagined. But We'll Also Find That There Are Limits To Our Giving, And That May Be Hard For Us To Accept.

My Friendship With Mitzi Was Like The Friendship That Many Children Have With Their Pets. My Mother And Father Thought It Was "good For Me" To Have A Dog For A Companion. Well It Was Good For Me, But It Was Only Many Years After She Died That I Began To Understand How Good It Was, And Why.

Whatever We Choose To Imagine Can Be As Private As We Want It To Be. Nobody Knows What You're Thinking Or Feeling Unless You Share It.