Women know
The way to rear up children (to be just);
They know a simple, merry, tender read more

Women know
The way to rear up children (to be just);
They know a simple, merry, tender knack
Of tying sashes, fitting baby-shoes,
And stringing pretty words that make no sense,
And kissing full sense into empty words;
Which things are corals to cut life upon,
Although such trifles.

Lo, children are an heritage of the Lord: and the fruit of the
womb is his reward.
As read more

Lo, children are an heritage of the Lord: and the fruit of the
womb is his reward.
As arrows are in the hand of a mighty man; so are children of the
youth.
Happy is the man that hath his quiver full of them: they shall
not be ashamed, but they shall speak with the enemies in the
gate.

The things which the child loves remain in the domain of the heart until old age. The most beautiful thing read more

The things which the child loves remain in the domain of the heart until old age. The most beautiful thing in life is that our souls remaining over the places where we once enjoyed ourselves

My lovely living Boy,
My hope, my hap, my Love, my life, my joy.
- Guillaume read more

My lovely living Boy,
My hope, my hap, my Love, my life, my joy.
- Guillaume de Salluste Du Bartas,

Wynken, Blynken and Nod one night
Sailed off in a wooden shoe--
Sailed on a river of read more

Wynken, Blynken and Nod one night
Sailed off in a wooden shoe--
Sailed on a river of crystal light
Into a sea of dew.

When the lessons and tasks are all ended,
And the school for the day is dismissed,
The read more

When the lessons and tasks are all ended,
And the school for the day is dismissed,
The little one gather around me,
To bid me good-night and be kissed;
On, the little white arms that encircle
My neck in their tender embrace
Oh, the smiles that are halos of heaven,
Shedding sunshine of love on my face.

There is a garden in every childhood, an enchanted place where colors are brighter, the air softer, and the morning read more

There is a garden in every childhood, an enchanted place where colors are brighter, the air softer, and the morning more fragrant than ever again.

The essence of childhood, of course, is play, which my friends and I did endlessly on streets that we reluctantly read more

The essence of childhood, of course, is play, which my friends and I did endlessly on streets that we reluctantly shared with traffic.

Teach your child to hold his tongue,
He'll learn fast enough to speak.

Teach your child to hold his tongue,
He'll learn fast enough to speak.