Just yesterday, August the first, our little(st) treasure turned 6th months!
6 months of smiles, laughs, kisses, mom’s milk, nappings, pampers chatts, discoveries, skin folds, diapers, green-blue eyes, hidden kissable skin corners, feet to bite, loving brothers, patience, grandparents, aunts, uncles and cousins, tiny friends, music, colors, lights, smells, sensations, baths, wide-open hands and clenched fists, naked thighs, tons of white snow and summer heat, as well.
6 months of deep, pure, unrestrained joy, for all of us nearby.
May life be for you always light and sweet as it has been in this first 6 months.
May you be well,
May you be happy,
May you be free form suffering.
Tonight in our home, as in many many others’, Santa is finally coming.
My children have carefully written their Christmas wishes and they have hung them to the Tree. They have then discovered, some days ago, that their dear Santa has come to pick them up…
We parents, as usual, didn’t write him anything.
We surely feel certain Santa knows clearly which our wishes are.
As every parent around the world, we ask Santa (or Jesus, or who/what you prefer) the same thing every year: we wish our children to be well and to be “outrageosly happy”.
That’s what I wish for you too and, most of all, for your beloved children.
I leave you with a well known Buddhist blessing, that we use to tell our children during bedtime:
“May you be well.
May you be happy.
May you be free from suffering.”