If It's Mentionable, It's Manageable.

Those Of Us Who Are In This World To Educate-to Care For-young Children Have A Special Calling: A Calling That Has Very Little To Do With The Collection Of Expensive Possessions But Has A Lot To Do With Worth Inside Of Heads And Hearts.

Part Of The Problem With The Word 'disabilities' Is That It Immediately Suggests An Inability To See Or Hear Or Walk Or Do Other Things That Many Of Us Take For Granted. But What Of People Who Can't Feel? Or Talk About Their Feelings? Or Manage Their Feelings In Constructive Ways? What Of People Who Aren't Able To Form Close And Strong Relationships? And People Who Cannot Find Fulfillment In Their Lives, Or Those Who Have Lost Hope, Who Live In Disappointment And Bitterness And Find In Life No Joy, No Love? These, It Seems To Me, Are The Real Disabilities.

I Believe It's A Fact Of Life That What We Have Is Less Important Than What We Make Out Of What We Have.

We're All On A Journey - Each One Of Us. And If We Can Be Sensitive To The Person Who Happens To Be Our Neighbor, That, To Me, Is The Greatest Challenge As Well As The Greatest Pleasure.

And Those Handmade Presents That Children Often Bring Home From School: They Have So Much Value! The Value Is That The Child Put Whatever He Or She Could Into Making Them. The Way We Parents Respond To The Giving Of Such Gifts Is Very Important. To The Child The Gift Is Really Self, And They Want So Much For Their Selves To Be Acceptable, To Be Loved.