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Showing posts with label offspring. Show all posts
Showing posts with label offspring. Show all posts

Friday, September 30, 2011

quest far quest forward

quest far quest forward

fiction
edward w pritchard

Quest far, quest forward; pilgrim find yourself.
Safety and security begone; look away,
start, stumble, continue,
reinvent what is rusted.
Discard what is broken,
return shining and bright.
Rest forever awakened.

Sunday, August 14, 2011

the selfish gene

the selfish gene

fiction
edward w pritchard

Somewhere I heard a little about the basics of this theory; long ago and far away.

Friday, August 12, 2011

follow your own nature

follow your own nature

fiction
edward w pritchard

To a parent with more than one child it is remarkable how two children or more who grew up in the same house, with bedrooms off the same hallway can end up so different. Genetics, environment, and God's gift all stamp our personality but each person is unique.

Everybody is infinitely valuable. Most problems in society will be minimized if that fact is recognized.

Follow your own nature.

Thursday, April 22, 2010

your kids aren't you

your kids aren't you

fiction
edward w pritchard

It takes you twenty or thirty years to learn your kids aren't you. They look a little like you and they remind you of your partner sometimes but they confound and confuse you and you don't understand them just like your partner does sometimes and so it's understandable that your kids aren't you.

It's still hard to but out. Don't say things but be there when needed and then vanish. It's fine to like your grandchildren. Have your own life but pick up the phone quickly and don't let their calls go to voice mail. Try to keep a scheduled time to see them.

Most important don't get co dependent when there's bad trouble and don't try to love them too much but keep in touch. It's ok to ask them fishing if they like to fish. Mexican food is fine unless they don't like spicy meals then let them pick another restaurant. Don't talk to much at the restaurant about when they were little children.
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