For My Children




My precious daughters,

I wish to be the best that I can be, to give you the best life, the life that you deserve. I give my all to be a good model for you as a woman, mother and wife. Although I know that I can never be perfect (try as I may), I pray that my mistakes in life will also be lessons for you as they are for me. I hope that you see me as real and as a human, struggling through the darkness, striving toward the light, with you always under my wing, in my thoughts always and in my prayers continuously.

I fall short. I say and do things against the truth of my spirit and I am sorry. My every intent is to know truth and to live truth and to teach truth to you, not by mere words, but by my living example. My heart is good, though my head is weak, but I journey on.

I pray that you find the path that leads to truth and goodness. I wish you peace and strength in the times when you too, will face darkness, temptation, the possibility of error, doubt, confusion, struggle and weakness.

I may never love you perfectly, but I pray that you will know that I gave you my best. Through all my faults and failures, I hope that you see how I tried and the good I tried to give to you in life. Our life will never be perfect, but our life is very good and I am grateful for the good that we have and the love that we share.






May you know the radiant being of love that you are and always will be.


You are the light of my life.


A Poem By Kahlil Gilbran that inspires me –

Your children are not your children.

They are the sons and daughters of Life’s longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you,
And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.

You may give them your love but not your thoughts,
For they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their souls,
For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow,
which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.
You may strive to be like them,
but seek not to make them like you.
For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.

You are the bows from which your children
as living arrows are sent forth.
The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite,
and He bends you with His might
that His arrows may go swift and far.
Let your bending in the archer’s hand be for gladness;
For even as He loves the arrow that flies,
so He loves also the bow that is stable.