I was in the supermarket last night.
The woman behind me was wearing a scarf on her head. Her hair was shaved. Her little boy stood beside her shyly asking if she could buy him a rubber octopus that was sitting at the front end of the cash register.
When I saw that woman, my eyes filled up. I felt ashamed.
This strong, courageous woman, obviously been victimized by cancer, is shopping for her and her child. Loving him. Caring for him.
Time is all we have and it's never on our side. Treat each moment preciously. Tell your children you love them often. Hug your children every day. Don't let a moment escape without understanding you are the front lines. In sickness and health, a parent is the child's world. Don't take your children for granted. Let them blossom in to the individuals that they will become without stifling their inner inhibitions. Don't listen to others about what you shoulda coulda woulda. Don't let others influence your beliefs. And don't let other people tell you that you are doing it the wrong way. Love your children with all your heart. When love is all you have to give, you'll soon realize, nothing else matters.