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Those Of Us Who Are In This World To Educate-to Care For-young Children Have A Special Calling: A Calling That Has Very Little To Do With The Collection Of Expensive Possessions But Has A Lot To Do With Worth Inside Of Heads And Hearts.

It's Not Always Easy For A Father To Understand The Interests And Ways Of His Son. It Seems The Songs Of Our Children May Be In Keys We've Never Tried. The Melody Of Each Generation Emerges From All That's Gone Before. Each One Of Us Contributes In Some Unique Way To The Composition Of Life.

Confronting Our Feelings And Giving Them Appropriate Expression Always Takes Strength, Not Weakness. It Takes Strength To Acknowledge Our Anger, And Sometimes More Strength Yet To Curb The Aggressive Urges Anger May Bring And To Channel Them Into Nonviolent Outlets. It Takes Strength To Face Our Sadness And To Grieve And To Let Our Grief And Our Anger Flow In Tears When They Need To. It Takes Strength To Talk About Our Feelings And To Reach Out For Help And Comfort When We Need It.

Listening Is Where Love Begins: Listening To Ourselves And Then To Our Neighbors.

When We Love A Person, We Accept Him Or Her Exactly As Is: The Lovely With The Unlovely, The Strong With The Fearful, The True Mixed In With The Façade, And Of Course, The Only Way We Can Do It Is By Accepting Ourselves That Way.