Last week I have more than once written about my experience at work. It doesn’t seem to be related to parenting, does it?  No, it doesn’t. I don’t think my children will read much out of them either now, but it is better to have a record of them now so that years later they will have something to go back to if they want.  My parents did not leave much writing for me to read about them, much as I wanted.  It seems a forever regret every time I think about it, especially my father who passed away in 1987 at age 57. 

       When I talked to some of my friends about writing their parenting experience, I was sure the value of these writings would be appreciated in the future. This reminds me of a weblog that a friend of mine set up for his daughter. I have been so much touched by these devoting parents and feel so much dwarfed by comparison, yet, here I am, trying to be a good parent, with every good intention.  Good enough, isn’t it?