Don’t climb up there. Don’t touch that. Don’t put your hand in that bottle of glue. Oh. No. Don’t take your diaper off. Don’t pee on the carpet. Don’t throw that. Don’t color on the walls. Don’t put that there. Don’t reach up there, it’s hot! Don’t splash. Don’t pour all the dish soap onto my counters. Please..don’t.
Do hug me. Do blow me kisses. Do let me hear that infectious laugh of yours. Do say I love you. Do say chicka-chicka-boom-boom. Do discover new ways to fold paper. Do help mommy put the clean silverware away. Do tickle my toes. Do fold your arms to pray. Do know how much your Father in Heaven loves you. Do know how grateful I am that He gave you to me.
Do hug me. Do blow me kisses. Do let me hear that infectious laugh of yours. Do say I love you. Do say chicka-chicka-boom-boom. Do discover new ways to fold paper. Do help mommy put the clean silverware away. Do tickle my toes. Do fold your arms to pray. Do know how much your Father in Heaven loves you. Do know how grateful I am that He gave you to me.
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4 comments:
Love that post! The do side makes up for all of the don'ts.
Little boys sure are something else, aren't they? I've had many-a-moments like this lately, too.
The dos are so worth it.
Hugs and Mocha,
Stesha
Carrie, you are so awesome. I love this post.
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