Being wise is akin to honesty. One must always tell the truth, but the truth must be wise. I know it sounds like "Kung Fu Grasshopper" stuff. But listen. The honesty you give must have the color of love and the wisdom must have the taste of satisfaction.

One does not tell a one year the brutal fact of sex. Maybe something like mommy and daddy love each other so much we asked God for you. Maybe at the age of three to four the explanation is mommy and daddy hold each other tight for a long time. The truth is developed with time to a point to where having sex is asking God for a child. At least this is my concept.

Loving your child each day just makes common sense. I think there are parents that feel their children are a burden, not a blessing. Maybe it has to do something with the above. Maybe the sex, to them, was more important than the gift.

Cherishing each moment is the payoff. Each moment will be remembered. Usually remembered when you lease expect it. For some strange reason the worst of times are remembered. Maybe because they test the resolve of the family. Maybe they allow reflection of success over difficulties. Maybe because they allow security in one's self. I do know these little nuggets of gold can be treasured moments to be laughed about, cried about and cherished later in life. From the scrape on the knee, to the SOB boyfriend (girlfriend) to the catastrophes, each can be a nugget that is placed on the shelves next to the first the birthday, first date, marriage, births etc.

Children are a blessing if the parent(s) blesses the child.

Love you, Dad