I had just been through the first of many sessions of therapy, and this one focused on my childhood. I then started to compare those of my daughter and me. I think at the time I was also trying to work out how to be a better mother. I'm still convinced I will never succeed, but am a lot more relaxed about it all now.
What a Child Needs
What is it that a child really needs,
Can she get it from a film or in the book that she reads?
Can she watch it on a video with the the Teletubbies on
Or hear it from a DJ when she listens to Radio One?
Can she feel it in the weather when the snow is falling down
Or taste it in the burger she eats when she's in town?
Can she get it from the toy that you buy her out of guilt
When bitterness and arguments are how your relationship is built?
A child needs love that's unconditional
Not whatever's seen to be traditional.
She can see it in the smile you wear upon your face
And hear it in your cheers not matter how she runs the race.
She can feel it in your touch when you give her a big hug
And taste it in the medicine you give to cure a bug.
She can smell it in the cakes you bake her in the oven
And see it when you hang up all the pictures to you she's given.
She knows it when you're there at her bedside when she's ill
And as a shoulder to cry on when she leaves her boyfriend, Phil.
A child should be treasured, never take her for granted
That's where the seeds of love forever will be planted.
What is it that a child really needs,
Can she get it from a film or in the book that she reads?
Can she watch it on a video with the the Teletubbies on
Or hear it from a DJ when she listens to Radio One?
Can she feel it in the weather when the snow is falling down
Or taste it in the burger she eats when she's in town?
Can she get it from the toy that you buy her out of guilt
When bitterness and arguments are how your relationship is built?
A child needs love that's unconditional
Not whatever's seen to be traditional.
She can see it in the smile you wear upon your face
And hear it in your cheers not matter how she runs the race.
She can feel it in your touch when you give her a big hug
And taste it in the medicine you give to cure a bug.
She can smell it in the cakes you bake her in the oven
And see it when you hang up all the pictures to you she's given.
She knows it when you're there at her bedside when she's ill
And as a shoulder to cry on when she leaves her boyfriend, Phil.
A child should be treasured, never take her for granted
That's where the seeds of love forever will be planted.
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