Such is the admiration and quiet vindication of a mother watching her child grow and succeed. Whether that success is measured by aim into a bowel or career football, it is the smaller objectives of parenthood that construct the sweetened memories of old. Way back when and how about then all become friends when one begins that fleeting conversation with their parent. Treasure the moments you’ve spent and treasure the moments going forward. Whether to explain a cool story about grandma or grandpa to the new generation or to be there to laugh when they dramatize yours to another. All is well in the spark of humanity that serves itself on principle. Be wise to remember that.

Meditate.

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