Hieronder een voor mij veelzeggend gedicht dat ik kreeg van een ouder
na een sessie dat ik gaf naar aanleiding van een voorschoolsproject:
"Prutselen, zingen en spelen met peuters".
A poem to inspire you...
If I had my child to raise over again,
I would finger-paint more, and point the finger less.
I’d 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 house later.
I’d teach less about the love of power,
and more about the power of love.
I would finger-paint more, and point the finger less.
I’d 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 house later.
I’d teach less about the love of power,
and more about the power of love.
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