I read Diet for a New America and Healthy at 100 about two years ago and fell in love with John Robbins. He is the son of Mr. Robbins from the Baskin Robbins ice cream fame, but shunned the ice cream world for health and he’s been writing about health ever since. Sadly, all of my reading has not recently been put to good use, but am slowly making my way back to top health. Tonight I walked out the grocery store with 2 bunches of spinach, 1 bunch of broccoli and two cases of sprouts for some green juicing. I can’t wait to have a garden in our new backyard so we can grow this ourselves.
I’ve recently come across his website and blog and LOVE LOVE LOVE what I’m reading. The post that excited me today was the post about kids and how they’re always watching you. Today’s parents are showering their kids in things, videogames, technology and not what they should be showering them with – love and attention. I have to agree with him. I recall many a memory in which my parents were actively involved in our lives: bouldering at Mohonk, family camping, the car ride to Niagara Falls, making pancakes in the morning, picking berries in the Catskills, staying up late to see the Thanksgiving Day parade floats being blown up and so many more. Most of these activities cost nothing, if anything, and I know that it’s the time we were together that was worth more than gold.
Reading the following poem from John Robbins’ blog made me teary in both recalling my childhood memories, but then also in thinking about the future and hoping that we’re able to make these memories for our children.
When you thought I wasn’t looking,
You hung my first painting on the refrigerator,
And I wanted to paint another one.
When you thought I wasn’t looking,
You fed a stray cat,
And I thought it was good to be kind to animals.
When you thought I wasn’t looking,
You baked a birthday cake just for me,
And I knew that little things were special things.
When you thought I wasn’t looking,
You said a prayer,
And I believed there was a God that I could always talk to.
When you thought I wasn’t looking,
You kissed me goodnight,
And I felt loved.
When you thought I wasn’t looking,
I saw tears come from your eyes,
And I learned that sometimes things hurt
But that it’s alright to cry.
When you thought I wasn’t looking,
You smiled
And it made me want to look that pretty, too.
When you thought I wasn’t looking,
You cared,
And I wanted to be everything that I could be.
When you thought I wasn’t looking, I looked,
And wanted to say thanks
For all those things you did
When you thought I wasn’t looking.
This poem was written by Mary Rita Schilke Korzan, in gratitude to her mother, Blanche Schilke. She didn’t thank her mom for the money she spent on her, for the presents she bought her, or for the advice she gave her. She didn’t thank her mother for sending her to the best schools or for making sure she had designer clothes.
But it’s a poem that I think any parent would be grateful and happy to someday receive from a grown child. May it remind us all that the example we set for our children by the way we live is our real message to them.
With all the technology surrounding us today, it’s important to put down that phone, close the laptop and spend as much time as possible with the kiddos. As for me? Nothing means more than seeing our Little Man light up.