I haven't had much time to blog this summer (is it really the end of August?!) and realize I'm about 20+ births behind on stories. We'll see if I get to catch up in the coming weeks but in the meantime I wanted to quickly share this happened-upon parenting wisdom we encountered on the last day of our vacation in SW Pennsylvania at the Laurel Highlands Garlic Festival at a quaint family farm.
I thought it was sweet and rang true (yes, I know too much random praise isn't good for kids and it's a bummer that the poem refers to all children with the male pronoun-this looks like it was from the 70s). But I wanted to share it with folks! Hope everyone is having a great end of August!