Begrawe daai prentjie
van die “perfekte” kind.
Daardie kind wat altyd stil sit,
altyd presteer,
altyd inpas,
altyd almal gelukkig hou.
Jou kinders was nooit geskape
om kopieë van mekaar te wees nie.
Die een droom groot.
Die een voel diep.
Die een vra honderd vrae.
Die een dans deur die lewe.
Die een sukkel harder.
Die een sien die wêreld anders.
En dalk is dit presies
waar hulle magic lê.
Hou op om hulle heeltyd te probeer “regmaak”
totdat hulle in die wêreld se blokkies pas.
Leer hulle eerder
dat hulle genoeg is.
Geniet jou kinders.
Vier hulle andersheid.
Ontdek hulle unieke gawes,
persoonlikhede
en klein vuurwerke binne-in hulle.
Want aan die einde van die dag
gaan perfekte kinders niemand red nie…
maar kinders met karakter,
deernis, moed, geloof
en sagte harte
gaan hierdie wêreld verander. 🤍
Tonne liefde
© Zuléka
5 responses to “Perfekte Kind”
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Translation from Afrikaans:
Perfect Child
Bury that picture of the "perfect" child.
That child who always sits still, always achieves, always fits in, always keeps everyone happy.Your children were never created to be copies of each other.
One dreams big.
One feels deeply.
One asks a hundred questions.
One dances through life.
One struggles harder.
One sees the world differently.-
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And maybe that is exactly where their magic lies.Stop trying to "fix" them all the time until they fit into the world's little boxes.
Rather teach them that they are enough.♥ Enjoy your children.
♥ Celebrate their uniqueness.
♥ Discover their unique gifts, personalities, and the little fireworks inside them.
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@lastingminutes.wordpress.com
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Because at the end of the day, perfect children are not going to save anyone…
but children with character, compassion, courage, faith, and gentle hearts are going to change this world.
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Translations of the Signs & Labels in the Image:
• Top Right Wooden Sign:
Children are not projects. They are gifts.
• Small Chalkboard (Middle Right):
You are unique, valuable, enough, loved ♥
• Bottom Center Text:
They do not belong in a box, they are builders of new worlds.
• Bottom Right Glass Jar:
Grow. Love. Believe. Be. Dream.
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