kids

I just finished saying bedtime prayers with my 13 year old son. What a joy it is! After prayers we talk about things. He reminded me about the bedtime stories I used to tell him and his older brother and sister when they were young. That was such fun. I would go in completely unprepared and make up a story on the spot. They still have almost photographic memories of them.
The bond of love between parent and child is a miracle. It is joyous, spontaneous, unconditional, sacred. It is heaven on earth. It is the garden of eden. I remember not wanting kids because I didn't want to invest my love in themonly to have themgrow up to think of me as old and in the way and not respect me as I had seen happen with my brother and my parents and in other families. I didn't understand the power of love. What you give you get. I remember their births, how I cried with joy as they took their first breaths and cried for the first time. How I held them for the first time and felt an overpowering wave of love fill me.
I love you God for you are love and I have tasted it and it is good.