I wonder why this is our assumed goal in life, to be happy. When did contentment become greater than truth, honesty, or even love? Don't get me wrong - I'm happy when the baby is happy. But is this it?
There is more to life than mere happiness. If all I wanted was for my children to be happy, they would wear three tubes of expensive red lipstick from head to toe, everyday. They would whine when they don't get their way. They would proceed to tell me "It's not my fault" when things go wrong. No, I hope they have much more than happiness; responsible minds, fearless hearts, disciplined bodies, gentle words and a strong faith. Maybe, as a result, they will be happy after all!
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