What Matters Most

I saw this from my good friend's FB notes (Thanks C for sharing!)

Such a beautiful poem from Mother Teresa.

Hope this inspires you as it inspired me to do and be the best that I can.

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This poem was written by Mother Theresa and is engraved on the wall of her home for children in Calcutta.

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People are often unreasonable, illogical and self-centered;
Forgive them anyway.
If you are kind, people may accuse you
of selfish, ulterior motives;
Be kind anyway.
If you are successful, you will win some
false friends and some true enemies;
Succeed anyway.
If you are honest and frank, people may cheat you;
Be honest and frank anyway.
What you spend years building,
someone could destroy overnight;
Build anyway.
If you find serenity and happiness,
they may be jealous;
Be happy anyway.
The good you do today, people will
forget tomorrow,
Do good anyway.
Give the world the best you have, and
it may never be enough;
Give the world the best you've got ... anyway.
You see, in the final analysis, it is
between you and God,
It never was between you and them anyway..

The "Kite Poem"

I have an entry which I was supposed to work on tonight but I thought of sharing with you this poem which I saw in one of the blogs (MimmaBenz) I was reading. The blogger, Benz Rana has a daughter named Kite. I don't know Benz personally but everybody who is a member of the E-groups, Weddings at Work (W@W) and Newlyweds at Work (N@W) know her. I joined both groups and being a member of these groups have helped me a lot during my wedding preps (W@W group) and being part of the N@W Group helps me with any concerns I have as a wife and a newbie mom. Thank you to Benz and Abet (Benz' hubby) for starting both groups! You are lifesavers! =)

I'm a newbie mom whose adventure to Parenthood just started. Reading this poem gave me an essence on how Parenthood will be. I found this poem so touching. I hope you like it as much as I did.

I didn't find the title of this poem so only for this blog entry, I'm calling it, "The Kite Poem" and was written by Emma Bombeck.

"I see children as kite. You spend a lifetime trying to get them off the ground. You run with them until you’re both breathless… they crash… they hit the roof… you patch and comfort, adjust and teach. You watch them lifted by the wind and assure them that someday they’ll fly. Finally they are airborne: they need more string and you keep letting it out.

But with each twish of the ball of twine, there is a sadness that goes with joy. The kite become more distant, and you know it won’t be long before that beautiful creature will snap the lifeline that binds you together and will soar as it is meant to soar, free and alone.

Only then do you know that you did your job."