God, Happiness and Life

More than the gift, it is always the message that counts. From my partner of more than 27 years came this message: Dearest Mahal, Financially, we are on the threshhold of doing better, even better tha our highest point. Emotionally, psychologically, and physically, we are better than ever before. We have survived and have proven our love is strong and resilient. I love you very much. Yor own, 'G'

The natural process of life is to be born, live and then die. In between these three processes and for most, lie the consequential aspects of living: and again by choice - - study, work, marry, and have children. Between living and dying, there's, continue to work, become a grandparent, retire, age and then the end game - die. As mentioned one of the most crucial aspects of a person's life is to become a parent. Parenting is a huge responsibility. It requires being tough, dedication and character that is built from sturdy moral fibers. Children, and not by their own making are born of parents. What they become is mostly the consequence of their experiences as a child. They are the products of what they see from their environment and what their parents teach or fail to teach them. Parenting is being responsible for another individual - his needs, his development. But how can a person achieve this if she fail at being responsible herself? To me as a mom, responsibility

My daughter sent me this sometime ago :-) This is a truly BEAUTIFUL piece. Please read this at a slow pace, digesting every word and in leisure...do not hurry....this is a treasure... For those lucky to still be blessed with your Mom, this is beautiful. For those of us who aren't, this is even more beautiful. For those who are moms, you'll love this. The young mother set her foot on the path of life. "Is this the long way?" she asked. And the guide said: "Yes, and the way is hard. And you will be old before you reach the end of it. But the end will be better than the beginning. But the young mother was happy, and she would not believe that anything could be better than these years. So she played with her children, and gathered flowers for them along the way, and bathed them in the clear streams; and the sun shone on them, and the young Mother cried, Nothing will ever be lovelier than this. Then the night came, and the storm, and the path was dark, and the