This past August I wrote about Blessing My Children. It is something that I take quite seriously and derive much pleasure from.
Today I received what I consider to be a reward from this practice. My son hurt himself and came to me seeking comfort. I gave him a hug and kissed his head but he said that was not enough and asked me to give him his special blessing.
I couldn't have been happier. I have worked hard to create a special moment in time, a sanctuary that he and his sister can rely upon and I am so very pleased to see that he recognizes it as such. I do this for them because they are so very important.
Life is good.
"When you're in jail, a good friend will be trying to bail you out. A best friend will be in the cell next to you saying, 'Damn, that was fun'." — Groucho Marx
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Very sweet post.
Thank you.
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