forward...

i get so many forwards from people and alot of them go right into the trash...but there are so many that are to good not to share. i NEVER forward anything, i always cut and paste, but i generally get 2 forwards from at least 5 people a day on my email (somedays more, rarely less) and i know everyone else has the same problem, so from now on i will not pass on anything unless it is very important...i will post it here.

check back often, i get such warm, sweet items that will make you tear, and others will make you laugh...lets start

This is worthwhile reading...Hope you enjoy it!!!

I think all of us have gone through this many times. It also gives new meaning to the phrase...Wait until you're a parent!!

WORRY ...Is there a magic cutoff period when offspring become accountable for their own actions? Is there a wonderful moment when parents can become detached spectators in the lives of their children and shrug, "It's their life," and feel nothing?

When I was in my twenties, I stood in a hospital corridor waiting for doctors to put a few stitches in my daughter's head. I asked, "When do You stop worrying?" The nurse said,"When they get out of the accident stage." My Dad just smiled faintly and said nothing.

When I was in my thirties, I sat on a little chair in a classroom and heard how one of my children talked incessantly, disrupted the class, and was headed for a career making license plates. As if to read my mind, a teacher said, "Don't worry, they all go through this stage and then you can sit back, relax and enjoy them." My dad just smiled faintly and said nothing.
When I was in my forties, I spent a lifetime waiting for the phone to ring, the cars to come home, the front door to open. A friend said, "They're trying to find themselves. Don't worry, in a few years, you can stop worrying, They'll be adults." My dad just smiled faintly And said nothing.

By the time I was 50, I was sick & tired of being vulnerable. I was still worrying over my children, but there was a new wrinkle....There was nothing I could do about it. I continued to anguish over their failures, be tormented by their frustrations and absorbed in their disappointments. My Dad just smiled faintly and said nothing.

My friends said that when my kids got married I could stop worrying and lead my own life. I wanted to believe that, but I was haunted by my dad's warm smile and his occasional, "You look pale. Are you all right? Call me the minute you get home. Are You depressed about something?"

Can it be that parents are sentenced to a lifetime of worry? Is concern for one another handed down like a torch to blaze the trail of human frailties and the fears of the unknown? Is concern a curse or is it a virtue that elevates us to the highest form of life?

One of my children became quite irritable recently, saying to me, "Where were you? I've been calling for 3 days, and no one answered I was worried."

I smiled a warm smile. The torch has been passed.

PASS IT ON TO OTHER WONDERFUL PARENTS(And also to your children. That's the fun part)