We humans are prone to picking out a particular point in our space-time continuum (read: the New Year) to think about the future and new beginnings, rather than going through this exercis every week or month. Maybe so much introspection and thinking is just too exhausting, so we only do it on an annual basis.
As usual, I spent my last week of last year thinking about the events and achievements of the past year and planning goals and activities for the new year. This year in my long list of goals, to-do’s and wish-list, the one thing that really stood out was my strong desire to spend more time with my son and enjoy his growing up.
I read a poem by Diane Loomans that touched my heart. I can relate totally with what the poet is saying. I believe I still have time to talk about it in present rather than in past, so I would like to welome the year 2012 with this poem.
If I had my child to raise over again
If I had my child to raise all over again,
I’d build self-esteem first, and the house later,
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 fileds and gaze at more stars.
I’d do more hugging and less tugging.
I’d see the oak tree in the acorn more often.
I would be firm less often, and affirm much more.
I’d model less about the love of power,
And more about the power of love.
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