With grin on her cheek, I watched in delight as she spoke those words to me. With tiny arms wide open, my two-year-four-months baby girl invited me for a dance. I held her in my arms and raised her above the floor; we danced to our sweet-music with mommy watching and smiling beside the kitchen.
If only I could turn back time, how I wished I danced with my mom or dad. But my memories cannot remember that I did. Now I feel so blessed enjoying the presence of my kids, spending—not just quality time but—quantity time with them. Now I understand when the Psalmist sang, “children are a gift from the Lord.”
Like you, I did not grow up in a perfect family. I didn’t even enjoy my childhood that much. I have to work early, earn, and go to school. Until I finished my doctorate, I supported myself. A great part of me-as-as-a-child was missing. I enjoyed my friends better than my family.
But now that I have a family of my own, they become everything to me and make a life-change. It is never too late for everybody too. No need to cry over spilled-milk, right?
Friend, move on. Learn from the past. Enjoy the present; face the future. When I counsel young people, see them move to the next level, the pleasure is natural. Growing up in those dysfunctional families or with suicidal tendencies is never easy. Seek help.
For others, to reach someone we need open our tiny world, bend our knees, and bring others to our level. Only then we look them in the eye and feel the joy they bring. Take heart!
Never miss those little moments to make someone happy. It might never come again. Stay cool.
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