tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33382445.post115818369790959019..comments2023-10-19T02:23:34.131-07:00Comments on ZONE FAMILY: I am a MarvelAllyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15264625893829690986noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33382445.post-8123454181766176042007-06-06T08:11:00.000-07:002007-06-06T08:11:00.000-07:00Ally- I went back and read this post from the link...Ally- I went back and read this post from the link on your newest post. I love this. What a beautiful image to carry of yourself and to pass along to your children. And I love the Birthright Blessing. It reminds me of this quote,<BR/><BR/>"What do we teach our children?... We should say to each of them: Do you know what you are? You are a marvel. You are unique... You may become a Shakespeare, a Michelangelo, a Beethoven. You have the capacity for anything."<BR/>~Pablo Casals<BR/><BR/>Of course I like the Birthright Blessing better because it emphasizes that they already are *something*, they don't have to become something notable in order to be deemed worthy or special. Being a child of God is enough.Lorihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05528541804521203406noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33382445.post-1158864146855234222006-09-21T11:42:00.000-07:002006-09-21T11:42:00.000-07:00Hey, Ally. By way of introduction, I'm Alicia's f...Hey, Ally. By way of introduction, I'm Alicia's friend from Oregon that now gets to be her friend in Denver. How lucky am I?! Anyway....wow....loved the poem at the end your most recent blog, so much so that I'd like to paint it on the walls of my boys' bedrooms. Or maybe what they really need is to have it painted on the walls of their hearts. My 12-year old is going through that adolescent, identity crisis time that we all hated and would never go back to. It occurred to me yesterday that the reason he won't live up to his potential in school is that he's deathly afraid of failing. I'd like to say I discovered this in one insightful "mommy moment", but in truth, he admitted it to me on the way to school...."Mom, what if you and dad do everything you can for me and I drop the ball on it? What if I don't accomplish the dream God put in my heart?" It took me all day to come up with a response to his fear. Late last night, as I tucked him in (yes, he still lets me do that), I told him that the only way he would really fail would be if he never tried at all. He seemed encouraged by that. I guess we'll see... I'm going to share this poem with him tonight and see what he says. Thanks, Alicia for sharing your sister's blog with me...Mike Ohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13510298772814425440noreply@blogger.com