GottaLoveMom

“I hope you find true meaning, contentment, and passion in your life. I hope you navigate the difficult times and come out with greater strength and resolve. I hope you find whatever balance you seek with your eyes wide open. And I hope that you - yes, you - have the ambition to lean in to your career and run the world. Because the world needs you to change it.” ~ Sheryl Sandberg, Lean In: Women, Work, and the Will to Lead That's a quote from Sheryl Sandberg but when I read it, I heard my Mom's voice. Those words of wisdom were something my Mom kept reminding me, my 5 brothers and her 17 grandchildren.

by Marie Aunio I came back from a course called PSYCH-K last month. Jen, intuitive soul that she is, sensed there was a shift that happened. I agreed to share it but wasn't sure where to begin until now. Nothing to gain Nothing to lose Never was there an I Nor was there a You There is only Completeness Living in the Emptiness Fullness in the Void Sages in their Silence Beacons of Being Their Nothingness Source of the All Unites the All Is the All of All

When I became a mother in the U.S., my Dad was the one who helped me with the kids. He would visit every day and look after my children. For more than 10 years he watched over them while I commuted from my home in New Jersey to New York City, where I worked. On Friday nights he would stay up marinating beef with his special BBQ sauce, knowing the joy that each delicious bite would bring to his children and grandchildren. At least once a week, he would cook his signature chicken and pork ‘adobo,’ the only Filipino American dish that my four children still eat. Dad slow-cooked the ‘adobo’ in a way that I could actually bite into the bones, savoring the garlic, soy sauce and vinegar flavors that were fused into the chicken bone marrow. Dad taught my children how to play the piano, to love God and to value the gift of giving. His eyes twinkled at the sound of their giggles. I miss my Dad. It’s been seven years since I last celebrated Father’s Day with my Dad, Serapio Dompor J

by Al Furer For some men the prospect of fatherhood is a blessing. For others it is a burden. I was on the burden team. Some men have a drive to pass on their genes. I do not have this drive (especially since some of my genes are questionable). I married the cutest, most intriguing, most desirable girl I had ever met and I loved her unreservedly.   I was willing to give her anything she desired within my power. What she wanted was children , so I agreed. The conception process was nothing but fun, games and pleasure. The outcome, a boy and girl, was something else again. To many people in this world   babies are cute and adorable. To me, any human creature, big or small, that goes to the toilet in their pants, has disgusting table manners and spits up its stomach contents at any given moment, is far from cute and adorable. I am not a baby person! We had the Girl and then the Boy, and my life took a radical change. Where before my beloved wife’s affection shone on me