I Am Always Comforted By Realizing That

Anyone Who Does Anything To Help A Child In His Life Is A Hero To Me.

We Live In A World In Which We Need To Share Responsibility. It's Easy To Say "it's Not My Child, Not My Community, Not My World, Not My Problem." Then There Are Those Who See The Need And Respond. I Consider Those People My Heroes.

The Roots Of A Child's Ability To Cope And Thrive, Regardless Of Circumstance, Lie In That Child's Having Had At Least A Small, Safe Place (an Apartment? A Room? A Lap?) In Which, In The Companionship Of A Loving Person, That Child Could Discover That He Or She Was Lovable And Capable Of Loving In Return. If A Child Finds This During The First Years Of Life, He Or She Can Grow Up To Be A Competent, Healthy Person.

Parenting Forces Us To Get To Know Ourselves Better Than We Ever Might Have Imagined We Could--and In Many New Ways. . . . We'll Discover Talents We Never Dreamed We Had And Fervently Wish For Others At Moments We Feel We Desperately Need Them. As Time Goes On, We'll Probably Discover That We Have More To Give And Can Give More Than We Ever Imagined. But We'll Also Find That There Are Limits To Our Giving, And That May Be Hard For Us To Accept.

I Am Always Comforted By Realizing That There Are Still So Many Helpers - So Many Caring People In This World.