Daily Archives: November 16, 2011

On goodness

“The good you do today may be forgotten tomorrow, do good anyway. Give the world the best you have and it may never be enough, give your best anyway. For you see, in the end, it is between you and God. It was never between you and them anyway.” —Mother Teresa

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Today was a very good day.

It’s our youngest boy’s 18th birthday! He woke to an obnoxiously-loud singing card that we picked just for him because we know he doesn’t do mornings. And he laughed. Out loud. Before 7 a.m.  That’s a first!

He enjoyed plenty of good wishes from family & friends and later, dove into a one on one session with a favorite medium we know.  She resembles a prettier Shirley Partridge with her warm smile and loving nature and every time she sees my boy, she glows.  She hugged him and held him near and then told him all about himself … positive, wonderful things that I already know.

His kind heart.

notice anything in the photo?

His inquisitive personality.

His compassion, forgiveness and insight.

His Dr. Doolittle abilities with animals, his musical talents and that Pied-Piper like ability he possesses to just draw others to him.

Why?

Because people respond to goodness. They are drawn to light. They want some of what he’s got. And he’s got a lot.

Don’t misunderstand me: he’s no saint and has flaws like each and every one of us.

But, at his core, he’s good.

There’s only one problem. In this mother’s heart, he’s still my baby boy.

And I really can’t believe he’s 18 today.

I still see that little tow-headed boy. (c) an emjayandthem photo


Categories: Attitude, Family, Joy, Love, Men, Personal, Thoughts, Wisdom | Tags: , | 26 Comments

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