THE FRUITS OF OUR LABOR
May we all be blessed to remember:
raising children is akin to planting trees.
With much depending our our patience,
our love
and our humility…
Because as we give them our time
nurturing them
offering them our love
our food
our water…
our sun…
It is only years later
as we sit under their shade
when we realize
what a good job we have done
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