The Handwriting On The Wall
Every time my niece, Gabbie, would visit us, she would automatically ask for sheets of paper and a pencil so she can draw and write. We share hearty laughs as I would say, "lollipop" and then she corrects me with a "no, it is a flower". It is funny how two people can look at the same thing and yet see something different.
In life, one may view a circumstance as a stumbling block while another considers it a stepping stone to the next level. It is not so much what happens to us, that is important, but how we decide to label them.
In the poem, The Handwriting On The Wall, the mother immediately judged her son's writing as one that would cause her trouble. On the other hand, the son intended it to be an act of love.
Let us enjoy life by learning to actively choose to see the bright side!
The Handwriting On The Wall
(Unknown Author)
A weary mother returned from the store,
Lugging groceries through the kitchen door.
Awaiting her arrival was her eight-year-old son,
Eager to relate what his younger brother had done.
"While I was out playing and Dad was on a call,
T. J. took his crayons and wrote on the wall!
It's on the new paper you just hung in the den.
I told him you'd be mad at having to do it again."
She let out a moan and furrowed her brow.
"Where is your little brother right now?"
She emptied her arms and with a purposeful stride,
She marched to his closet where he had gone to hide.
She called his full name as she entered his room.
He trembled with fear -- he knew that meant doom!
For the next ten minutes, she ranted and raved
About the expensive wallpaper and how she had saved.
Stressed over all the work it would take to repair,
She condemned his actions and total lack of care.
The more she scolded, the madder she got,
Then stomped from his room, totally distraught!
She headed for the den to confirm her fears.
When she saw the wall, her eyes flooded with tears.
The message she read pierced her soul with a dart.
It said, "I love Mommy," surrounded by a heart.
Well, the wallpaper remained, just as she found it,
With an empty picture frame hung to surround it.
A reminder to her, and indeed to all,
Take time to read the handwriting on the wall!
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In life, one may view a circumstance as a stumbling block while another considers it a stepping stone to the next level. It is not so much what happens to us, that is important, but how we decide to label them.
In the poem, The Handwriting On The Wall, the mother immediately judged her son's writing as one that would cause her trouble. On the other hand, the son intended it to be an act of love.
Let us enjoy life by learning to actively choose to see the bright side!
The Handwriting On The Wall
(Unknown Author)
A weary mother returned from the store,
Lugging groceries through the kitchen door.
Awaiting her arrival was her eight-year-old son,
Eager to relate what his younger brother had done.
"While I was out playing and Dad was on a call,
T. J. took his crayons and wrote on the wall!
It's on the new paper you just hung in the den.
I told him you'd be mad at having to do it again."
She let out a moan and furrowed her brow.
"Where is your little brother right now?"
She emptied her arms and with a purposeful stride,
She marched to his closet where he had gone to hide.
She called his full name as she entered his room.
He trembled with fear -- he knew that meant doom!
For the next ten minutes, she ranted and raved
About the expensive wallpaper and how she had saved.
Stressed over all the work it would take to repair,
She condemned his actions and total lack of care.
The more she scolded, the madder she got,
Then stomped from his room, totally distraught!
She headed for the den to confirm her fears.
When she saw the wall, her eyes flooded with tears.
The message she read pierced her soul with a dart.
It said, "I love Mommy," surrounded by a heart.
Well, the wallpaper remained, just as she found it,
With an empty picture frame hung to surround it.
A reminder to her, and indeed to all,
Take time to read the handwriting on the wall!
******************************************
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