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If

September 13, 2011

A psychologist once sat in front of Curt and I…… Luc was about 3, and told us “Good luck with this kid.”

I felt something rise up within me. Not anger, not bitterness….. the feeling of…. don’t you dare write the end of this story. Don’t you dare. More than us teaching our son that, its honestly what he has taught us.

Throughout the next several years we were told what he could not do. What he would never do. What he didn’t have the ability to do.

I think this picture…… says it all.

"Tell me what I can't do, and I will show you what I can do!"

If I had to give our son a guide to living, I would give him this poem. It’s called “If” by Rudyard Kipling. It was given to me long ago and one of the many things that has shaped my life.

IF

IF you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when  all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can  wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too  good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream – and not make dreams your master;
If you can think – and  not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And
treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth  you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the  things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ’em up with  worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of  pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never
breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and  sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
‘ Or walk with Kings –  nor lose the common touch,
if neither foes nor loving friends can hurt  you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the  unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the  Earth and everything that’s in it,
And – which is more – you’ll be a Man, my  son!

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4 comments

  1. You forgot one thing….Luc is most fortunate to have parents like you and Curt! Beautifully written piece!


  2. So inspiring. Thanks for sharing.


  3. Love, love, love this. You and Curt are such phenomenal parents to am amazing kid. Thanks for sharing.


  4. never allow arrogance to win…



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