Having children for me has been more of a personal/spiritual journey than I could have ever imagined.
This is how it went; my thought process boiled down:
- Oh wow my kids are good. They are pure of heart. They were born this way. There is nothing wrong with them. I should really do my best to treat them well, to preserve or encourage this goodness.
- Oh wow, if my kids are good, maybe I’m good too. Could I be good? Why not? If my kids were born good, I suppose I was too. Maybe I should believe in that, and connect with my own goodness.
- Holy moly, if my kids are good and I’m good, maybe everyone else is too. Wow. People good…in their hearts they really are. They were all born this way. Maybe I should look for the goodness in people and speak to that part of them, always.
My children, my beautiful children, basically restored my faith in humanity. Or maybe I never really knew this before. So, if they didn’t restore it, then they definitely revealed something powerful.
I have received no greater gift in my life.
So then, what do I owe them? What responsibility do I have to them, myself and everyone else if I have been lucky enough to experience such a powerful truth?