Marjorie and Lettice Wormald, by Arthur Hughes |
I found this poem in a book of childhood verses I have, and it struck a chord with me. I notice that there are days when my kids are playing wonderfully together for 30-45 minutes, but at the end of that time, trouble happens. It can become a bad habit to notice the five minutes of trouble, and not praise the half-hour of kind and happy play. This is something I have been trying to change lately. Here's the poem, from a child's point of view.
If Mother Knew
(From " In This Our World", Charlotte Perkins Gilman)
If mother knew the way I felt,
And I 'm sure a mother should,
And I 'm sure a mother should,
She wouldn't make it quite so hard
For a person to be good!
For a person to be good!
I want to do the way she says;
I try to all day long;
And then she just skips all the right,
And pounces on the wrong!
A dozen times I do a thing,
And one time I forget;
And one time I forget;
And then she looks at me and asks
If I can't remember yet?
If I can't remember yet?
She 'll tell me to do something,
And I 'll really start to go;
And I 'll really start to go;
But she 'll keep right on telling it
As if I didn't know.
As if I didn't know.
Till it seems as if I couldn't —
It makes me kind of wild;
It makes me kind of wild;
And then she says she never saw
Such a disobliging child.
Such a disobliging child.
I go to bed all sorry,
And say my prayers, and cry,
And mean next day to be so good,
I just can't wait to try.
I just can't wait to try.
And I get up next morning,
And mean to do just right;
And mean to do just right;
But mother's sure to scold me
About something, before night
About something, before night
I wonder if she really thinks
A child could go so far,
A child could go so far,
As to be perfect all the time
As the grown up people are
As the grown up people are
If she only knew I tried to,
And I 'm sure a mother should,
And I 'm sure a mother should,
She wouldn't make it quite so hard
For a person to be good!
For a person to be good!
3 comments:
Dear Jen,
I love this poem. It is eay to notice the things that irritate and not praise those wondeful progresses that children make
Thank you for the reminder
Blessings
Gae
I'm stopping by from Robin's Mingle Monday. You don't know how much I needed this today. Thank you!
Thanks so much for sharing this poem! I may have to use it one of these days on my blog too. I remember feeling this way as a child, but now that I'm a parent, it's so easy to forget!
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