I have so many nephews and nieces that it’s difficult to choose a favourite. So, when one of them asks me who my favourite child is, I whisper to his or her ear, “You are. Keep it a secret. Your cousins will be jealous.”
Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of Life’s longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you,
And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.
You may give them your love but not your thoughts,
For they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their souls,
For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.
You may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you
Reflections 
Quite a while ago, I read (not sure if it was true or not) that a dying mother had written individual letters to each of her three children. Each one was told “you were always my favorite.” I picture the smile on their face as they read that. I imagine your nieces and nephews feel the same about their favorite auntie.
That’s a wonderful story, Lois.
Definitely!!
They’re all my favourites too,
Just don’t let others know.
I like that Poem .
Good one – Poteet
Loved the image and the verse Perpetua. Happy to see you join us again!
Thank you, Tina. I was gifted with a hand-me-down smart phone way better than the 2nd generation iPad I have.