Every day I look at my children and realize they have so much of me; each a different part but me none the less.
Some of the things, I wish I did not have and now they have it or a part of me that I wish all of them had. Yet nevertheless, it is there and in their own unique way, it is a part of me but solely them.
What does that mean? The trait is their’s to make, to recreate, to nurture; to grow. So, I watch every day as they embrace the trait and the world knowing that they are learning to love the interior self.
