Blessed are those parents who make their peace with spilled milk

              and with mud, for of such is the kingdom of childhood. 

  Blessed is the parent who engages not in the comparison of his

              child with others, for precious unto each is the rhythm of his own

              growth.

   Blessed are the fathers and mothers who have learned laughter,

               for it is the music of the child's world. 

   Blessed and wise are those parents who understand the goodness 

               Of time, for they make it not a sword that kills growth but a shield

               to protect. 

   Blessed and mature are they who without anger can say "no," for

               comforting to the child is the security of  firm decisions. 

    Blessed is the gift of consistency, for it is heart's-ease in childhood.

    Blessed are they who accept the awkwardness of growth, for they

               are aware of the choice between marred furnishings and damaged 

               personalities. 

    Blessed are the teachable, for knowledge brings understanding,

               and understanding brings love. 

    Blessed are the men and women who in the midst of the 

               unpromising mundane, give love, for they bestow the greatest of all

               gifts to each other, to their children, and -- in an ever-widening 

               circle -- to their fellow men.