Show your children what is possible and they will conquer the impossible.
The love from a child
is most meaningful to see
What comes from their soul
is beautiful and carefree
Their love is unconditional
straight from the start
It’s unwavering and bountiful
warm the cockles of your heart
Their innocence, their laughter
their unabashed delight
Their huge, beaming smile
a pure treasure at first sight
The emotions you get from a child
sensations so pure and true
They wear their heart on their sleeve
on full display for you
So when a child comes to you
and gives you their all
Accept it post haste
be at that child’s beck and call
Seven year old Sam would sit in front of a mirror all day and stare at his face.
“What should I have, a beard, a mustache, or a goatee?” wondered Sam.
The reason he asked himself that question was because he had three uncles who he thought were interesting.
His first uncle, Uncle James, had a white beard, not as long as Santa’s, but just as noticeable. Uncle James had a tendency to stroke his beard. His second uncle, Uncle Bill, had a nice black mustache that curled at the ends. Uncle Bill had a tendency to twirl his mustache whenever he could. And his third uncle, Uncle Matt, had a brown goatee that hung from his chin and flapped everytime the wind blew. Uncle Matt would rub his goatee with his fingers from top to bottom.
“Maybe I should have a white beard like Uncle James, yeah that’s what I should have” said Sam.
He looked high and low all over his house to make a white beard. Sam found the answer in his refrigerator…a can of whipped cream. Sam squirted out a handful of whipped cream and rubbed it on his face. He shaped it like Uncle James’ beard and went to see himself in the mirror.
“Just like Uncle James” said Sam. With that, he stroked his beard and proudly walked around the house.
“What are you doing? What is that on your face!?” asked his mother.
“I put whipped cream on my face to make a beard like Uncle James” answered Sam.
“You eat whipped cream, not put it on your face. Wash your face” said his mother.
Feeling disappointed, Sam went to wash his face. Sam sat back in front of the mirror and stared at his face again.
“Maybe I should have a black mustache like Uncle Bill” said Sam. And with that he found a black pen and scribbled a dark mustache on his face.
He looked at his mustache, “This is much better than the whipped cream.” Sam pretended to twirl his mustache and proudly walked out of his room. He headed out the door when… “Sam, what did you do to your face?” shouted his mother.
“I used a pen and made myself a mustache like Uncle Bill” replied Sam, “isn’t it neat?”
“Young man, you use a pen to write things with, not draw on your face. You go wash your face right now” shouted his mother.
“But mom, I want a mustache” replied Sam.
“You need to have hair to have a mustache, now go wash your face” exclaimed his mother.
Feeling disappointed again, Sam went to wash his face. Sam sat back in front of the mirror again and stared real hard at his face.
“Maybe I should have a brown goatee like Uncle Matt” said Sam, “but this time I should use some hair.” Sam thought about cutting some of his to make his goatee but it wasn’t brown. He thought real hard and finally thought of an answer…his dog Oscar was brown.
“That’s it!” shouted an eager Sam, “That’s what I’ll use, Oscar’s fur.”
With a scissor in hand, Sam found Oscar. Oscar had a nice and silky brown fur that was soft to the touch. Sam grinned with delight and cut a handful of Oscar’s fur. He placed the brown fur on some sticky tape and fashioned it into a goatee. He then put the sticky tape on his chin and rubbed his goatee from top to bottom.
Sam looked at himself in the mirror and cracked a big smile when all of a sudden… “Sam get over here right now!” screamed his mother.
Sam dashed out of his room and went to his mother. His mother was sitting next to Oscar, who had a big bald spot in the middle of his back. She did not look happy.
“Young man, did you do this to Oscar? And now what is that on your face?” said his mother.
“I used Oscar’s hair to make a goatee like Uncle Matt” said Sam.
“Sam, to have a beard, mustache, or goatee, you need to grow hair” said his mother.
“So when am I going to grow some hair?” asked Sam.
“Not for awhile I’m afraid, but in the meantime I stopped by the costume shoppe and picked up these things for you” said his mother.
She presented Sam with a white clip-on beard, a black press-on mustache, and a brown press-on goatee. “Gee thanks mom!” said a delightful Sam. And with that, he scooped them up and ran to his room.
Sam laid down the white beard, the black mustache, and the brown goatee.
He looked at the mirror and stared at himself. “What should I have…a beard, a mustache, or a goatee?” wondered Sam.