People, my daughter is refusing to listen to anything said to her these days. When I ask her to stop, and I really ask her. She looks at me and then continues to do what she was doing. When I was trying to dress her for bed tonight, she kept diving on the bed and running from me. I ask her to stop she turns around and giggles.
Today Daddy had to get very stern with her. Daddy was preparing dinner and the instruments he was using could have harmed CJ. CJ insisted on coming in the kitchen. Daddy would chase her out but she would come back. She just wanted to be by her Daddy but she did not understand that Daddy just wanted to keep her safe. When Daddy had to raise his voice CJ looked astonished and upset. Of course Daddy did not feel good about it either. These things will happen but they both will grow stronger by it.
Tonight was Daddy and CJ Bath Night and it went according to plan. CJ enjoyed pointing out her body parts for Daddy to wash. CJ is getting really good with identifying her body parts too. Along with numbers and some of the alphabet. Daddy is happy because she is doing this without the full court press from Mommy and Daddy. CJ has developed a love for learning independently and I pray she continues to nurture it.
Daddy will be praying because he knows prayer changes things, people, and situations.
NOTE TO CJ: CJ I am sharing this passage with you. It has helped Daddy and Daddy prays you can benefit from them as well.
If it falls your lot to be a street sweeper, sweep streets like Michelangelo painted pictures, sweep streets like Beethoven composed music, sweep streets like Leontyne Price sings before the Metropolitan Opera. Sweep streets like Shakespeare wrote poetry. Sweep streets so well that all the hosts of heaven and earth will have to pause and say: Here lived a great street sweeper who swept his job well. If you can't be a pine at the top of the hill, be a shrub in the valley. Be be the best little shrub on the side of the hill. Be a bush if you can't be a tree. If you can't be a highway, just be a trail. If you can't be a sun, be a star. For it isn't by size that you win or fail. Be the best of whatever you are.
What Is Your Life's Blueprint?
Six months before he was assassinated, King spoke to a group of students at Barratt Junior High School in Philadelphia on October 26, 1967.
