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Snakes and Snails and Puppydog Tails

10/01/2012



I've gotta be honest, when we first found out we were having a boy (besides excitement), I was a bit intimidated.  Girls are totally in my wheel-house and the prospect of raising a boy was a bit daunting to say the very least.  How do you instill in boys (or girls, for that matter) everything that they need to thrive and be a happy, successful adult? It's a tall order and kinda stressful if you let this whole concept bog you down.  But then every moment that I spend time with our sweet boy, I'm reminded of how innately good and sweet and kind and joyful he is. His personality at almost 8 months is simply amazing...he's so easy going, loving, and just so cool.  (I just want to bottle that up and sprinkle it on him when he reaches his teenage angsty years.)  But it's funny how the universe works, just when you need an answer, one comes to you.  Another blog I read, A Cup of Jo, provided me with the answer of what I hope to teach and instill in our darling little boy.


If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too:
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream---and not make dreams your master;
If you can think---and not make thoughts your aim,
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same:.
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build'em up with worn-out tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings,
And never breathe a word about your loss:
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings---nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much:
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And---which is more---you'll be a Man, my son! 
—Rudyard Kipling

It's still a tall order, but beautifully stated and all encompassing and gave me clarity at just the right time.

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1 comments

  1. What an amazing poem! I'm going to stow it away to pull out every once in awhile.

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