Sharing IF by Rudyard Kipling

This poem is part of our memory work for this term. We have actually been working on it since the early summer. And my, there are bracing parts that have just been bulwarks of strength to my soul. It is amazing how the words can just rise up and fill the soul with fortitude and strength; courage to carry on. Carry on.

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 them up with worn out tools

–If you can make one heap of all your winnings, and lose it in one turn of pitch and toss, and turn 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!”

Yes, holding and carrying on…much richness here, dear readers. Much strength to carry on.

Complete poem in proper arrangement follows:

IF

by Rudyard Kipling

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!

The Things They Say

The Things They Say

We gather on the couch for Sunday Reading; me and two little boys.

Littlest boy perches high on the arm of the couch. Suddenly, I hear a fierce whisper in my ear… Pressed close.

“Is it 102 days until my birthday?” He asks eager, his whisper is wet and loud.

I pause.

“102 days. Where did you get 102 days? Did you count the days?” I ask. I truly don’t know how many days until his birthday- I suspect it is more than 102 but I have been wrong before and I have not personally counted. There is a very real possibility that this child did.

“No… because 102 is very, very, very far away.” He whispers urgently. He just picked the biggest, most far away number he could imagine.

I laugh.

The Things They Say.

Just For Fun

 

 

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Science Class Study Group A (Land Animals)

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Science Class- Study Group B (Physical Science)

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Gym Class with Firm Bands. 🙂

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And more…

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And more… four students in this class. 😉 The oldest two were conducting an experiment for Science.

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Art Class. Her little head kept swiveling back and forth, back and forth, watching each sibling in turn. 🙂

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Baby in A Bumbo observing Atelier Module A, Lesson 2. 😉

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Pure Cuteness! This was his idea. 🙂

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It makes me laugh: how much she loves Boz.

First Day of School 2013

When I was a little girl, my Dad always asked me “What do you want to be when you grow up?” For years and years, I always said, “A teacher!” It was my immediate, confident answer. I do remember, as I got older, pausing a bit, thinking it over. Mulling the thought over around in my mind. Yet, still, my answer remained the same.

“A Teacher.”

And so I am… so, I am.

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Happy New School Year!! 

Monday was our first official day of school 2013/2014. Daddy noticed and commented on all the bare feet. Happy sigh. That’s how we roll. Schooling in bare feet, in the comfort of our home, with the delight of three little babies, and a refining power shaping each of us that comes from rubbing elbows with each other all. day. long. I have made it to today, Friday, with my sanity still intact and my faith strengthened and nourished by The God of Grace.