What are you bringing home today? Some people bring aggression home as if it was their spouses or children that pushed their day southward. I once had a friend, when we were younger, who used to run for cover with his siblings whenever their dad drove into the compound. For some, it was their mother. The party of freedom and excitement would end on the arrival of the mom.
Children bring the rediscovery of how fun it is to watch ants scurry on the sidewalk, butterflies emerge from a cocoon or experience the peacefulness of observing crawdads in a rippling creek.
Many times the gift children give us is just to make us laugh. A ten-year-old was helping his mother at our office one day when he saw one guy’s desk stacked high with many messy papers. “Looks like he’s got lots of work to do,” Owen observed. I got a good laugh out of that. It brightened my day.
Son, I hope you understand
Mama has to let you fall
So you can stand up and be a man
Son, giving up on you is not what I’m trying to do
But your future is more than your past
A mother’s love will always last
Through your success and failure too
Son, I love you
And I hope you understand
Son, Mama has to…
Mama has to let you fall son…
….let you fall son
….let you fall son.
Son, mama has to let you fall
And today you may not understand.
Mama is letting you fall
So you can stand up and be a man
Son, stand up and be a man…
Lord, take care of my baby
I’ve gotta let him go Lord…
Son, you’re in God’s hands.
…stand up son, stand up.
You’re not a little boy anymore.
…stand up and be a man.
A man was commissioned to paint a boat. He brought with him paint and brushes and began to paint the boat a bright red just as the owner wanted. While painting, he realized there was a hole in the hull and decided to repair it. When he finished painting, he received his money and left.
The Ubuntu Philosophy – I am Because We Are
When the anthropologist asked them why they did so, they merely answered, ‘Ubuntu’, querying, ‘How can one be happy when the others are sad?’
Ubuntu in their language means ‘I am because we are!’
