Friday, June 13, 2008

Code of Ethics Assignment

For one of the many assignments I am working on right now, I have to write my code of ethics. This has been a really thought provoking assignment for me, because as I realized some time ago, until I had children, I didn't really know who I was or what I believed. I had made it through most of my life doing what I was told, not questioning life and its meaning, but enjoying it. Luckily I was surrounded with ethical people that helped guide me as I grew and I have trusted many good person to tell me what I believed. But, once it was my responsibility to raise my child into "hopefully" a productive member of society, I began to question the values I wanted to pass on. I knew then that it was them, my children, that made me understand myself and what I believed in. For that I am forever thankful.

As I develop this assignment, I plan to share it, so someday they can read my values, just in case I don't do such a good job teaching them. This first piece connects them to my Code of Ethics and the Seussical presentation that I have chosen to use in getting my message out. Fitting I thought, for me and them.

For My Children,
In 5 very short years you’ve taught me a lot,
About where I came from, who I am, and am not.
You’ve done it through giggles, “Why Mom?”, and glances,
Made me question my beliefs, priorities, and stances.
I’ve realized myself while raising little ole you.
I am a better person because of you two.

When I think of the adults that I want to raise,
The fruits of my labor after many long days,
I wonder what values will reflect in your eyes,
If my example will matter with how quickly time flies.
I want you to know what all you’ve taught me-
About being the person that you want to be.

You’ve taught me to wonder,
About airplanes, princesses, and thunder.
To pay attention,
to slow down,
to try something new,
Because if I don’t, then neither will you.
To watch what I say and how I choose to act.
Because both will be repeated, by you, that’s a fact.
Most importantly, My Children, you’ve taught me to love,
More than I thought I was capable of.

It’s funny that after 30 long years,
Of classes, jobs, celebrations and tears,
The realization of who I really am,
Has been guided by your little hands.
Rocking chairs, stroller rides, Dr. Seuss,
Those quiet moments with you has led to my truths.

So, years from now when you question the person you are,
The lessons are every where, you don’t have to look far.

Thank you,
Mom.

1 comment:

sarah said...

Alison,
That poem is amazing. Truly. You are an amazing mom, person...and poet! That could/should be published...seriously!
Sarah