Our Children Quotes and Poems


  • All kids are gifted; some just open their packages earlier than others. (Michael Carr)
  • Children are the living messages we send to a time we will not see. (John W. Whitehead)
  • Can it be there was only one summer that I was ten? It must have been a long one then… (May Swenson)
  • Each child is a unique and unrepeatable miracle
  • Each day of our lives we make deposits in the memory banks of our children. (Charles R. Swindoll)
  • From the moment I saw you I knew it would be a Grand Adventure!
  • If a child is to keep alive his inborn sense of wonder, he needs the companionship of at least one adult who can share it, rediscovering with him the joy, excitement and mystery of the world we live in. (Rachel Carson)
  • I’m as lucky as can be, for the world’s best dad belongs to me
  • Negotiating techniques do not work all that well with kids, because in the middle of a negotiation, they will say something completely unrelated such as, “You know what? I have a belly button!” and completely throw you off guard. (Bo Bennett)
  • Once in a young lifetime one should be allowed to have as much sweetness as one can possibly want and hold. (Judith Olney)
  • Television has changed a child from an irresistible force to an immovable object. (Laurence J. Peter)
  • There are children born to be children, and others who must mark time till they can take their natural places as adults
  • Tiny children want to learn to the degree that they are unable to distinguish learning from fun. (Glenn Doman)
  • To be in your children’s memories tomorrow, you have to be in their lives today.
  • To observe people in conflict is a necessary part of a child’s education. It helps him to understand and accept his own occasional hostilities and to realize that differing opinions need not imply an absence of love. (Milton R. Sapirstein)
  • You can learn many things from children. How much patience you have, for instance. (Franklin P. Jones)
  • Youth lives in an atmosphere of energy waiting to make contact. (Hallie Flanagan)

from The Prophet

(Kahil Gibran)

Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of life’s longing for itself.

They come through you, not from you.
And though they are with you, they belong not to you.

You may give them your love but not your thoughts,
For they have their own thoughts.

You may house their bodies but not their souls,
For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow,
Which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.

The Middle Child

Even though you’re not the oldest,
or the youngest, you see,
Being in the middle is a really neat place to be!
The middle of a sandwich
is the most important part,
And in the middle of your body,
you will find your heart.
The engine in the middle
is what runs a good machine;
And our family wouldn’t be the same
without you in between.

Second Child Syndrome

If you have less photos of your younger child here are a couple of suggestions. Ask around to see if friends or relatives have photos you could copy. Crop some group shots so there are more photos of just the child.

I’ve Always Loved You Best

(Erma Bombeck wrote the original version of this in 1971 but there are several variations. Here are a couple of them.)

Dear First Born
I’ve always loved you best because you were our first miracle. You were the genesis of a marriage and the fulfillment of young love. You sustained us through the hamburger years, the first apartment, our first mode of transportation (1955 Feet), and the seven-inch TV we paid on for 36 months. You were new, had unused grandparents, and enough clothes for a set of triplets. You were the original model for a mom and dad who were trying to work the bugs out. You got the strained lamb, the open safety pins and three-hour naps. You were the beginning!

Dear Middle Born
I’ve always loved you the best because you drew a tough spot in the family and it made you stronger for it. You cried less, had more patience, wore faded hand-me-downs, and never in your life did anything first. But it only made you more special. You were the one we relaxed with, who helped us realize a dog could kiss you and you wouldn’t get sick. You could cross a street by yourself long before you were old enough to get married. And you helped us understand the world wouldn’t collapse if you went to bed with dirty feet. You were the child of our busy, ambitious years. Without you, we never could have survived the job changes and the tedium and routineness that is marriage.

To My Baby
I’ve always loved you best because while endings are generally sad, you are such a joy!! You readily accepted the mild-stained bibs, the lower bunk, the cracked baseball bat, the baby book that had nothing written in it except a recipe for graham-cracker piecrust that someone had jammed between the pages. You are the one we held on to so tightly. You darken our hair, quicken our steps, square our shoulders, restore our vision, and give us a sense of humor that security, maturity, and durability can’t provide. When you hairline takes on the shape of Lake Erie and your own children tower over you, you will still be our baby!!!

To My Children

My Firstborn
I’ve always loved you best because you were my first miracle. You were my hope . . . my dreams . . . the fulfillment of young love, the promise of my infinity. You were new . . . You had unused parents. You were an original. You sustained me through the fears I felt . . . He’s so tiny . . . So Precious . . . Would I raise you right? Be there for you always? You were my little man who made me smile with the faces you formed and the voices you did. You showed me that I could raise such a tiny baby into the man you are today. I’m so proud and I know I brag too much . . . Can you blame me? You got the garage sale clothes, open pins and the endless “I Love You’s”. I’ve always loved you best.

My Middle Child
I’ve always loved you best because you drew the worst spot in the family and it made you stronger for it. You cried less . . . smiled always, had more patience . . . and never did anything first, but it only made you more special. You were the one I relaxed with, and realized an Angel still would kiss such a dirty face if you fell asleep without a bath. The world wouldn’t come to an end if you got into the refrigerator and made a mess with the cottage cheese. You could cross the street by yourself long before you were old enough to drive . . . But how I still worry . . . You are the love of my life. Without you, I would never have learned to take one day at a time . . . be so free with my love and learn to treasure the loves of my life. I’ve always loved you best.

My Baby
I’ve always loved you best because endings are generally sad and you are such a joy. You’ve accepted sharing me with your brother and sister . . . saggy diapers . . . the cracked, second-hand toys. The baby book . . . never filled . . . there just wasn’t time. You are the one I held on to so tightly, as you forever demanded for your freedom. You are the link with a past that gives me a reason for tomorrow. You make me so happy, love so much more freely . . . You make me wish for tomorrows forever and ever . . . When your hair turns the color of new fallen snow–you would still be my baby. I’ve always loved you best.

I’ll love you all–forever and always

How Do I Love You?

(P. K. Hallinan)

How do I love you?
Let me count the ways.
I love you on your very best
and very worst of days.

I love to see you laughing
and dancing in the rain;
And even when you lose your shoes,
I love you just the same.

I love to hear you singing.
I love to see you smile.
I love the way you take each day
in your own unhurried style.

I’m happy when you’re happy,
and I’m sorry when you’re sad.
And even though it may not show,
I love you when you’re bad.

How do I love you?
Well, now let me see . . .
I love the way you act so brave
when you fall and hurt your knee.

I love to watch you sleeping,
tucked away in dreams,
I love to hear you whisper
all your giant plans and schemes.

I love the way you wear your pants
with the front part in the back.
And the way you walk around sometimes
with your head inside a sack.

I love to see you deep in thought.
I love to watch you play.
And though I’m sure you’ll never know it,
I love you more each day.

How do I love you? It’s impossible to say.
For if I had a million days
and time enough for all the praise,
I couldn’t tell you all the ways
. . . I LOVE YOU!

Sentiments Album Idea: Put lines from the above poem across the top or bottom of the pages with appropriate photos. Alter the words as needed.

Here’s to the Kids Who are Different

(Dilby Wolfe)

Here’s to the kids that are different,
The kids that don’t always get A’s.
The kids that have ears,
twice as big as their peers,
Or have noses that go on for days.

Here’s to the kids that are different,
The kids that are just out of step.
The kids they all tease,
Who have cuts on their knees,
And whose sneakers are constantly wet.

Here’s to the kids that are different,
The kids with a mischievous streak.
For when they have grown,
As history has shown,
It’s their difference that makes them unique.

Two and a Half

Hold him a little longer,
Rock him a little more,
Tell him another story
(You’ve only told him four.)
Let him sleep on your shoulder,
Rejoice in his happy smile.
He is only two and a half
For such a little while!

My Blanket

My mom says I’m a big kid now,
Why keep this dirty old blanket.
The color is gone, the edges are rough and ragged,
Though dingy, frayed, well worn and loved,
Please don’t rush me or expect us to part,
Remember my blanket warms me–and my heart.

Questions and Answers

(by Beverly Martin)

“Mommy, Mommy,” she sings her request;
“What? What?” I answer my best.
“How does the sun shine? Where does it go?”
“Why is it dark when the cold wind blows?”
Questions and answers the whole day through,
Questions and answers–I think I’ll turn blue!

But wait, just a moment, and look at her face,
She’s questioning me with hope–also with faith.
Dear Lord, please bless me more patient to be,
Help me to answer her with sincerity.

Please help me to know this gift is not mine,
But a lease from Thee for my mortal time.
Help me to cherish more each day
Each little question she sends my way.

My Child

When I lay you down to sleep at night,
I kiss your tiny lips and wonder
at how very much I love you.
In the morning when you rise,
I look into my heart and find that
somewhere in the night
I grew to love you even more.

A Child’s Love

A child’s love is like a whisper,
given in little ways we do not hear.
But if you listen closely
it will be very clear.

They often do not say it loud,
but in how they come to you . . .
Daddy, will you play with me?
Mommy, tie my shoe?

The many ways they tell you,
Changes as they grow.
Dad, I made the team today!
Mom, I’ve Got to go!

Pop, I need some money,
You see there’s . . . this girl at school.
Mama, I met a boy today and
Wow, he’s so cool!

Dad, I’ve got something to tell you . . .
I think she is the one!
Mom, he asked me to marry him.
Would you love him as your son?

Dad, I’ve got some news for you . . .
It’s going to be a boy!
Mom, I’m kind of scared of this,
yet I’m filled with joy!

A child’s love is like a whisper,
given in little ways we do not hear.
But if you listen closely,
it will be very clear.

They often do not say it loud,
but in how they come to you . . .
Grandpa, will you play with me?
Grandma, tie my shoe?

It is never ending.
A blessing from above.
Listen to the whispers
of a child’s love.


(James Whitcomb Riley)

A little boy once played so loud
That the thunder, up in a thundercloud,
Said, “Since I can’t be heard, why then
I’ll never, never thunder again!”

And a little girl once kept so still
That she heard a fly on the window sill
Whisper and say to a ladybird,–
“She’s the stillest child I ever heard!”


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