Children Learn What They Live
By Dorothy Law Nolte, Ph.D.
If children live with criticism, they learn to condemn.
If children live with hostility, they learn to fight.
If children live with fear, they learn to be apprehensive.
If children live with pity, they learn to feel sorry for themselves.
If children live with ridicule, they learn to feel shy.
If children live with jealousy, they learn to feel envy.
If children live with shame, they learn to feel guilty.
If children live with encouragement, they learn confidence.
If children live with tolerance, they learn patience.
If children live with praise, they learn appreciation.
If children live with acceptance, they learn to love.
If children live with approval, they learn to like themselves.
If children live with recognition, they learn it is good to have a goal.
If children live with sharing, they learn generosity.
If children live with honesty, they learn truthfulness.
If children live with fairness, they learn justice.
If children live with kindness and consideration, they learn respect.
If children live with security, they learn to have faith in themselves and in those about them.
If children live with friendliness, they learn the world is a nice place in which to live.
What is a Boy?
Between the innocence of babyhood and the dignity of manhood, we find a
delightful creature called a boy. Boys come in assorted sizes, weights and
colors, but all boys have the same creed: to enjoy every second of every
minute of every hour of every day and to protest with noise (their only
weapon) when their last minute is finished and the adult males pack them off
to bed at night.
Boys are found everywhere---on top of, underneath, inside of, climbing on,
swinging from, running around or jumping to. Mothers love them, little girls
ignore them, older sisters and brothers tolerate them, adults ignore them, and
Heaven protects them.
A boy is Truth with dirt on his face. Beauty with a cut on its finger,
Wisdom with bubble gum in its hair and Hope of the future with a frog in its
pocket.
When you are busy a boy is an inconsiderate, bothersome, intruding jangle of
noise. When you want him to make an impression, his brain turns to jelly or
else he becomes a savage, sadistic, jungle creature bent on destroying the
world and himself with it.
A boy is a composite---he has the appetite of a horse, the digestion of a
sword swallower, the energy of a pocket-size atomic bomb, the curiosity of a
cat, the lungs of a dictator, the imagination of a Paul Bunyan, the shyness
of a violet, the audacity of a steel trap, the enthusiasm of a fire cracker,
and when he makes something he has five thumbs on each hand.
He likes ice cream, knives, saws, Christmas, comic books, the boy across the
street, woods, water (in its natural habitat), large animals, Dads, trains,
Saturday mornings and fire engines.
He is not much for Sunday school, company, school, books without pictures,
music lessons, neckties, barbers, girls, overcoats, adults, or bedtime.
None else is so early to rise or so late to supper. Nobody else gets so much
fun out of trees, dogs and breezes. Nobody else can cram in one pocket-a
rusty knife, a half eaten apple, three feet of string, an empty Bull Durham
sack, two gum drops, six cents, a sling shot, a chunk of unknown substance and
a genuine supersonic ring with a secret compartment.
A boy is a magical creature---you can lock him out of your kitchen, but you
can't lock him out of your heart. You can get him out of your study, but not
out of your mind.
Might as well give up---he is your captor, your jailer, your boss and your
master. A freckled-faced, pint-sized, cat-chasing bundle of noise.
When you come home at night with only the shattered pieces of your hopes and
dreams---he can mend them all like new with the two magic words----Hi MOM / HI DAD
Volkswagen captured the essence of a little boy being a little boy. Enjoy it!
What is a girl?
Little girls are the nicest things that happen to people. They are born with
a little bit of angel shine about them and though it wears thin sometimes,
there is always enough left to lasso your heart---even when they are sitting
in the mud, or crying temperamental tears, or parading up the street in
mother's best clothes.
A little girl can be sweeter (and badder) oftener than anyone else in the
world. She can jitter around and stomp, and make funny noises that frazzle
your nerves, yet just when you open your mouth, she stands there demure with
that special look in her eyes. A girl is innocence playing in the mud, Beauty
standing on its head, and Motherhood dragging a doll by the foot.
Girls are available in five colors---black, white, red, yellow, or brown, yet
Mother Nature always manages to select your favorite color when you place your
order. They disprove the law of supply and demand--there are millions of
little girls, but each is as precious as rubies.
God borrows from many creatures to make a little girl. He uses the song of a
bird, the squeal of a pig, the stubbornness of a mule, the antics of a monkey,
the spryness of a grasshopper, the curiosity of a cat, the speed of a gazelle,
the slyness of a fox, the softness of a kitten, and to top it all off, He adds
the mysterious mind of a woman.
A little girl likes new shoes, party dresses, small animals, first grade,
noise makers, the girl nest door, dolls, make-believe, dancing lessons, ice
cream, kitchens, coloring books, make-up, cans of water, going visiting, tea
parties and one boy. Se doesn't care much for visitors, boys in general,
large dogs, hand-me-downs, straight chairs, vegetables, snow suits, or staying
in the front yard. She is loudest when you are thinking, the prettiest when
she has provoked you, the busiest at bed time, the quietest when you want to
show her off and the most flirtatious when she absolutely must not get the
best of you again.
Who else can cause you more grief, joy, irritation, satisfaction,
embarrassment, and genuine delight that this combination of Eve, Salome, and
Florence Nightengale? She can muss up your home, your hair, and your
dignity---spend your money, your time, and your temper---then just when your
patience is ready to crack, her sunshine peeks through and you've lost again.
Yes, she is a nerve-wracking nuisance, just a noisy bundle of mischief…but
just when your patience is ready to crack, her sunshine peeks through and
you've lost again.
Yes, she is a nerve-racking nuisance, just a noisy bundle of mischief. But
when your dreams tumble down and the whole world is a mess----when it seems
you are pretty much of a fool after all---she can make you a king when she
climbs on your knee and whispers.
"I love you best of all!"
By Rexanne Mancini
In Mexico, Mothers Day is always celebrated on May 10 as opposed to the Mothers Day in US that fall on the second Sunday in the month of May. Mothers Day in Mexico is celebrated in a colorful fashion. Children honor their mothers and thank them for their efforts in bringing them up. According to a custom in Mexico, sons and daughters come to the Family Home on the eve of Mothers Day on May 9.Recognition of Día de las Madres” or Mothers Day began in 1922 when a journalist, Rafael Alducín wrote an article advocating the celebration of Mother's Day in all of Mexico. Though the practice had already spread to parts of Mexico, Alducín’s article led to widespread observance of the holiday, and May 10 became the universal day of celebration in Mexico.On Mother's Day people in Mexico send gifts of flowers and cards to their mothers. There is also a tradition of giving gifts on Mothers Day. While the older children generally buy gifts from the store, the younger ones may prepare handmade gifts to honor their mothers. In several schools Mothers Day functions are organized where little ones present skits and songs to their Moms to express their gratitude and love.
