A handful sometimes, a heart full always There is no greater privilege  than parenthood
Becoming a father, becoming a mother, allows you to find in its truest, most beautiful, most perfect form, the art of love
It swirls and dances in our childrens eyes with magic and wonder and  limitless possibilities of the life waiting to unfold
Love them completely and teach them well
Teach them to be kind and generous
Teach them of love and forgiveness
Teach them of compassion and empathy
Don't just give them words and speeches and lectures
Let them live and learn by example
Let them make mistakes and let them fail
Help them to build the strength and the courage
To try and try and try again
No matter how many times they fall
They will grow and they will grow and they will grow too quickly
And they will one day find themselves living in our world
The grey dull world of adults
A world full of grey dull eyes
With little to no magic left
A world were monsters are real
And the worst monsters of all are human
A cold and cruel world that feeds on the death of magic and the destruction of dreams
As adults they will continuously be under attack
Monsters and machines will look into their eyes with envy and hatred and hunger
Teeth gnashing
Claws scratching
Willing to do any foul and ***** deed
To drain the magic and wonder and love in their young adult eyes
Will they be ready?
Will their hearts be strong and courageous enough to do battle on the cold ground of this new unfamiliar world?
Full of beasts and robots and zombies and mad creations who want nothing else than to rob our children of their dreams and limit their once infinite possibilities
It is with a sad and heavy heart that I must warn... not all will survive
This war between monsters and magic that seems fated to be endless
Some of our children will fall
Some will be unable to get back up
Some will rise up not as they once were
But will come back as machines and drones and the living dead
They will unknowingly switch sides and now hunger to destroy the magic and wonder that once made their own hearts so beautiful
This is the sad and ugly truth of war...
But weep not so endlessly to give up all hope
For there will be victory too
Not all our children will fall
Not all will switch sides
Some will thrive on this battlefield
Some will reinvent the rules of war
And yes, oh yes
Some will become more vibrant and more beautiful as they conjure new magic and new wonder and new love
Into the coldest, darkest, ugliest, hidden corners of our grey dull adult world
They will find a way to grow beauty into the places so frigid and black we were too afraid to go or even look
And as we have lost children and friends and family to this endless war
The monsters too will lose some of their own
As our children fight not with fists or swords or guns or bombs
But fight with kindness and love and generosity
As they use their lessons of forgiveness and compassion and empathy
They will turn the tides to the favor of magic and they will change monsters into dreamers again
They will paint the grey dull eyes of beasts with the perfect colors of love
And in their darkest and hardest hours of battle may they always find blooming in their hearts the flower of hope