Flowering trees yield something others need

Springtime up North
Lots of flowering trees here in April.
Stitch at a microphone
Carried Stitch around all day yesterday, waiting for any creative moment. Texted this to our Son with a message that the parents had a Guest speaker.

Flowering trees yield something others need.

Parents yield something children need.

The acorn doesn’t fall far from the tree.

Generally animals are what scatter the seeds for the next generation of propagation.

Scatter kindness, fun, creativity, confidence, along with other good things.

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The thunder rolls so loudly

pedestrian accident
Time flies…this happened a week ago. Learning how to safely cross a busy road is taught at a very young age. Learning how to manage your time so you don’t take dangerous shortcuts may never be taught to children by adults.

 

The thunder rolls so loudly.

And what you do thunders so loudly, they can’t hear what you say…

Parents serve their children when they:

Articulate a clear, concise, and compelling vision of the future.

Move past training on the basics (personal hygiene, spell, read, write, etc) to developing their children with the soft, life-skills like honesty, judgment, responsibility, initiative, fun, and self-control.

Create clear expectations on their priorities until they can create their own accountability for those priorities.

Teach them commitment by demonstrating it every, single, day.

 

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Gone-forever opportunity

18th birthday
The deadline coincided with seeing our son reach 18. This photo marked that accomplishment, two days ago.

 

As i approach the final six months of the original 10-year plan, and get closer to six months left until June 8, 2019, the intensity of wanting to teach is increasing to a new level.

Why?

Well, and i’ve been thinking about this for a month, there’s more at stake and less to lose.

Once you’re dead and gone, the opportunity, in person, is gone forever.

It’s the “gone forever opportunity” that is fueling the desire to get more real – or go to the grave with unspoken ideas, wishes, hopes, love.

 

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Dear Son, the math is starting to add up

Food for Families 2018
Since 1999 we’ve volunteered every Thanksgiving, Christmas, and Easter mornings. The exceptions are when we visited family in Pennsylvania. Stuff adds up over time.

 

Dear Son, since 1999 (the year before you were born) we’ve volunteered every Thanksgiving, Christmas, and Easter mornings. The rare exceptions are when we visit family in Pennsylvania.

Yesterday was special because of the high level of contact we had with the people who were grateful to receive boxes of food.

There were many years i thought it wasn’t worth it – the life lessons seemed to be moving at a snail’s pace or non-existent.

Taught myself something i’ve known for decades – slow and steady wins the race.

 

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Teach, it changes everything

Teaching slogan
We are either part of the solution or part of the problem.

 

Song lyrics that degrade the relationship between two “different” races do nothing but perpetuate old, inaccurate, or presently untrue stereotypes.

When every song on an album contains explicit lyrics, and the songs promote how one race is responsible for the suppression of another race, are the words valid?

We talked last night about the paradox of whites holding blacks in slavery. And how many still hold onto this as a battle cry.

i asked my companion, “Why isn’t anyone celebrating that whites set the slaves free?”

While one group of “whites” condoned slavery, another group of “whites” fought and died to set them free.

What if the songs spoke of gratitude instead of hatred and disgust?

 

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