All this waiting.
Waiting for the rain to
stop. Waiting in traffic.
Waiting for the bill.
Waiting at the airport
for an old friend.
Waiting to depart.
Then,
there’s the big waiting:
waiting to grow up. Waiting
for love. Waiting to show your
your parents that when you
have kids you’ll be different.
Waiting to retire. Waiting for
death.
Why do we think waiting
is the antithesis of life
when it is almost
all of it?

Your love life is insignificant when it comes to raising your children to be respectable human beings. The moment you see them suffer or lower their standards because of your selfishness, is the day you should realize that nothing matters more than them. You are not just the queen or king of your fairy tale. The real story of your life is the gift of time God gave you with them.

Every day as I wave to my children when I drop them off at school, or let one of them have a new experience-like crossing the street without holding my hand-I experience the struggle between love and non-attachment. It is hard to bear-the extreme love of one’s child and the thought that ultimately the child belongs to the world. There is this horrible design flaw-children are supposed to grow up and away from you; and one of you will die first.