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To: Rambi who wrote (10206)	4/24/1998 4:09:00 PM
From: jhild	Respond to of 71178

My feeling is that so much really doesn't matter. That if you get the big things right, that if your heart is in the right place, then those good things do come out. What I was trying to convey in my post was that I suspect that they hear much more than you can imagine they do. Certainly much more than they show. And that as badly as you might think that your lesson has gone, it will come into focus for them when they are standing closer to where you are. Before becoming a parent, I had great difficulty imagining that my parents had a physical relationship. Since I had two sisters, I had proof that they must have at least been intimate three times, but surely not much more than that. After passing the threshold of innocence, I understood that I was most definitely guessing low. I am reminded now of a dinner I had with my parents, both in their 80's, in a Mexican restaurant in Brenham. My father was talking about going away for WWII. Unlike all the other conversations that we had at our dinner table growing up, after all the other times that I had heard these basic facts before, I was in awe to see my mother look with such happiness at my father as he talked about meeting her that last time before going. How my mother had taken the train up to Dallas alone and he had flown in with his group from North Carolina and they had stayed at The Adolphus. As my mother's smile glowed, even then more than 45 years after the fact, and as my father took her hand, I knew without being told that they were telling me now how it was that I had come into this world. At that moment I realized that all of the other things that we had endured or experienced or enjoyed, just became a little less important. How lucky I was to be born of such love and to have been raised with the flame of that love still glowing after 50 years of marriage. I think your boys will know someday how blessed they've been as well.