After 9 years of marriage, my wife and I found out (after trying for several years) that we could not have children. We knew from the very start that one of the main reasons we were together was to raise children, and so this came as a huge shock to us--WHY were we together then?? At that time (early 70's), fertility treatments were very experimental, and after about a year of that, we gave up, turned about-face, and began adoption procedures. Our daughter arrived almost exactly 9 months later! Although not the child of our blood, she was, from the moment we first held her, the child of our karma. No, they don't come with instruction manuals, but as parents, WE come with values, beliefs, families, experiences, memories and opinions. These are the things we work hard to pass on to our children, as best we can, by creating an atmosphere filled with love, patience, tolerance, inquiry and curiosity. Certainly, life throws us curve-balls--our children never do exactly what we hope, and never react as we anticipate. For many years, my now-17 year old son wanted to be an elementary school teacher. I encouraged that dream with great enthusiasm, but when he began middle school, he changed his mind--now he wants to be in business. Well, I am a bit disappointed--the family dharma is teaching, but hey--he'll go where he goes, do what he does and make his own mistakes and decisions. I can only hope I have given him a level piece of ground to begin his life journey from. My daughter, now 25, took an almost opposite path--she worked as a stockbroker on Wall St. for 2 years after college graduation. Now she's a doctoral fellow in Music, getting her PhD and anticipating teaching college after she's done. She's become, since college, conscious of how her life choices affect her environment and relationships, and has moved herself to become more in harmony with nature and with the silence underlying this noisy outer life. I'm very proud of her, and I think that the home she grew up in and the influence of me and my late wife, in providing a home she could evolve in, has been a great advantage to her. My boy is a work-in-progress, so we await his final form, but I have faith that he will eventually find his way, as did she.
Proud Papa,
Michael