In every moment, of every hour, of every day, we have the opportunity to begin again. To begin again with ourselves, to begin again with our children. As mothers, as women, as human beings, we are the makers of our own moods, the weavers of our own destinies. Waste not this glorious hour or the next in thoughts of woe and wishing. Instead, grab this moment before you, feel the surge of life running through you, and go dashing hand in hand with your child through a field of wonder. Notice their eyes, oh-so-connected still to the higher realm. Notice their lips, pink as rose petals. Notice the palpable love they have waiting for you if only you may step through the doorway of your own mind into this more beautiful place. Allow their love to wash over you, allow it to heal you, allow it to lift you up, up, up and away.